Yes, this endless sky that you see when you walk down the street or ride a tram, or even when you look out the window - you see me. I would like to be this sky.
I would like to be a sunbeam that enters your house in the morning and, running over your skin, stops on your cheek ... I would like to be a sunbeam to be near.
Or I would like to be water ... Yes, simple water, to which you touch with your lips, which you greedily drink, when the golden sun is spread out in this sky and there is nowhere to hide from its rays, then I would like to be water ...
The water you cannot live without ...