Mi querida nube.

"Oh, my lovely cloud. My favourite place. When I look across the window, and I see the sunset over the buildings, I go to another placem where I think in pretty things, were all my dreams come true, were I am who I really want to be and I can act without be jugded or be afraid. Were all my idols are with me, and I'm with him... There, all my fears dissapear, and ALL is possible. Maybe, someday I live there. 
But, oh, then starts to raining and the cloud starts to fall, and I fall with it, and I wake up, cause, damn! all is a fucking dream and it's in my mind."