The soft, warm and continuous breeze
is a domesticated dog happy to see me;
it gently licks my cheeks
with its tender tongue of of timeless dreams

there was a dislocated crowd of people
standing still, sightseeing the eros domine of downtown’s skyline;
men, woman with children,
strangers speaking words i couldnt figure if they were linguistically sleepwalking
or cutting chunks of air into fine pieces
with their delicate teeth and triangular jaws

There were some folks by themselves, in running shoes
probably thinking about the emptyness of being
or about multiplicating their own mass
by the speed of light squared
wondering if they jog their way back home
will they arrive on time for dinner

and there were some couples, all ages, scattered accross the lookout
watching the citylights flicker
earing them calling them home
A lady was pointing her finger towards the middle of the sea
the sea of appartments, of condos and whatever buildings
saying to her man "look, this is our home!"

when i turned my eyes away from them
i saw another couple, doing the same
throwing fingers at the city
with a heart full and an easy smile
"hey look, that’s home over there!"

And then i thought to myself,
(i came here all alone)
"if i had a friend with me,
i’d be showing her my home
like those couples over there are doing"

I imagined human
behind the heavy window
of u.s. space ship discovery
staring at the earth,
the planet,
orbiting around it
at 100 000 km/hr
and feeling motionless

i imagined human
slowly stretching the arm
in a blissful movement
pointing a pink finger at the blue ball
and saying to a pal onboard;
"hey look, home"

Of course the whole sequence would have been streamed
live on the internet
while millions of faceless workors
could hear this 20th century fox statement
"hey look, home"
as an image of planet earth slowly zooms out
flash animated
and some wagner theme
rises its fist to the skies
in the honnor and righteousness
of being part of that great specie