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.