5th Dimension Cloud
From where does the wind come, that brings the cloud to you?
I wake up early in the morning for a telephone call of Ines
who wants me to be present at the breakfast meeting in her studio,
but before waking up, I had told the girl/princess of the dream during my sleep to wait for me at the dream scene during the sleep.
To answer at the telephone inside the pocket of my jacket leaning on the chair, I have to go back into the sleep.
She: it does not matter if you can’t understand me, that what matters is that I understand you.
Them, in order not to forget her, I tear off the last button, the lowest, pink coloured one, made of coral and seemingly rose-shaped, from her dress of fabric - of light wool and pale grey.
Then she puts her head on my shoulder, and at the same time I pass the button on my palm, before waking up from my dream.
Ines smiled and said to me: stand up for the breakfast.
The tropical butterflies dispersed by the storm wind reach Japan.
The wind blows away also a layer of air covering the bodies of beings, in order to keep a constant temperature.
We have a dress of air.
Which is the colour of the sky where you are living ? Like your eyes ?
Uemon
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