There it is

Sometimes it rains

when there are just stars,

you get drunk

with just one glass of wine,

you fly between the clouds

you draw as a kid.

Sometimes a remote control

without buttons to press,

a faraway song

that you don´t want to listen,

a dust particle

shining in the attic.

Sometimes a whisper

is the wind from the hurricane,

the waves taking you to the place

you always wanted to be.

Sometimes as delicate

that marks the skin,

as hypnotic

that appears in dreams.

Sometimes you just have to talk.

Sometimes there are no words

to say the truth.