If you were a cloud in the blue sky,
floating freely, without course or end,
You'd be like a dream, ethereal and subtle,
a whisper of peace in an earthly world.
If you were a cloud, you'd be the caress.
who caresses the mountains, the fields and the sea,
You would be the promise of the blessed rain,
that gives life to the earth and makes it bloom.
If you were a cloud, you'd be the dance.
of the juicy wind between your spirals,
You would be the inspiration of poets and artists,
who seek in your forms, their ideals muse.
If you were a cloud, you'd be the canvas.
upon which the sun paints its living colors,
You'd be the show, the huge landscape,
that changes with each sigh of infinity.
If you were a cloud, you'd be the adventure.
to travel through the sky, without destination or haste,
You'd be freedom, pure mischief.
of slipping soft through the high breezes.
If you were a cloud, you'd be the abode.
of the birds who seek refuge in your folds,
You'd be the shelter, the haunted house.
of the dreams and desires of the faithful hearts.
If you were a cloud, you'd be the mystery.
that hides in the shadows of your changing forms,
You'd be the unknownite, the serious enigma.
that arouses the curiosity of lovers.
If you were a cloud, you'd be the comfort.
which comes in the storm, bringing calm and relief,
You would be the hope, the lighthouse in the unveil.
of those who seek a reason to follow.
If you were a cloud, you'd be the joy.
to announce the arrival of the blessed rain,
You would be the promise of a new energy,
that renews life and makes it more beautiful.
If you were a cloud, you'd be the melody.
who would accompany the river in his dance in the valley,
You'd be the harmony, the perfect symphony.
that unites the earth, the sky and man in a embrace.
If you were a cloud, you'd be the lover.
of the starry night, with your silk blanket,
You'd be the confidant, the radiant accomplice.
of the secrets of the universe at their eternal feast.
If you were a cloud, you'd be the memory.
of those who saw you dance in the firmament,
You'd be the print, the sincere legacy.
of your fleeting passage through the immense firmament.
If you were a cloud, you'd be poetry.
that the lips of the wind would whisper to the world,
You'd be the music, the sweet melody
who caresses the soul and fills it with deep.
If you were a cloud, you'd be the essence.
of the ethereal and light, the ephemeral and eternal,
You would be the reflection, the pure transparency
that reflects the beauty of the modern universe.
If you were a cloud, you'd be my wish.
to fly with you, free and untied,
You would be my dream, my greatest longing
to be part of your sky, of your sweet adventures.