Changing clouds, drifting over my head. I see again, in the illusion of childhood appeared in the myth: the horse dragging the float, floating beauty, magnificent palace...... I suddenly become sweet heart, in the clouds, I thought I saw his childhood, that was a lovely little girl, with bare feet, day and day like me, with out glasses with the writing brush, and brush paint wrinkles and beard, open no teeth mouth, ga ga to smile, and said to me: "you this stupid old woman, why want to find m...