Thick air

 Am scris o poezie.

În engleză. 

Pentru că așa era contextul programului prin care am ajuns să o scriu.

O las mai jos.

Se numește Think air.

How would our life look like 

if the air were to have colour?

The only constant before our eyes

would be the thing 

that both divides and unites 

our daily routines and interactions.

Being able to interact with the invisible

would make a binder of people who can no longer see or be seen

out of thin air.