today I start coming towards you
if sunny I use my hand not to be blinded
just like my grandmother stuck in her shoes
in the middle of the dirt road
when grandfather came from war
waiting like this white cat in the antiques shop's window
like a thousand painted eggs on the church table
it will be like an airport on an ordinary summer day
but only kites flying find me at the other end of the kite
you fly me with the umbilical cord like a colourful kite
on an ordinary summer day