Three:

I run smoothly over all these clouds, trying desperately to find a nice place where I can describe my inner thoughts , to find you doing real stuff.

Two:

It happened the day before, when you looked into the clouds and your face was wet.

I wished the air to howl in my ear, just for one single moment, to be wild, to ignore the woman behind you and make something I'm wanting to do right now.

It's a real shame it didn´t happen, even if I wouldn´t know what to do exactly. Another lost moment.

I make an apology to my smart side, the part which is telling me I'm a loser.

Am I hiding from you? ...
Am I hiding from the pain? ...

What am I hiding from?!!

Really, I should stop wasting those moments.

One:

Let´s begin with something not too nice.

Let's talk about my power over you, my lack of persuasion skills and my never-ending thoughts about ... it.