Old dawns

As a dog barked outside, I opened my eyes. I reached my hand and put the radio on. A light. A sound. Lignes were filled with words and ink. Blue ink.
Blue is also the sky colour. Rain makes a rainbow appear in the horizon.

The old fisherman had to leave his warm bedroom to go and work. Outside wind is blowing.


And streets are empty
And a small drop of rain falls down from a cloud