The boy, the kite and the rainbow
On a beach not far away, a boy tilts his kite
He ran from one side to another, trying to keep the kite on foot
Around him, distant people, a world with no color
There were buildings on one side and, on the other, the ocean
All gray
Against Blue
When among the clouds was made something
Kite turned aim
Then he saw the colors, tearing the sky in a tone of love
He looked at the kite and realized
That it was tilting backwards.
