Testo di Skimming Stones

We would hold a stone aligned with the horizon And then release It would skim and ride until it dipped beneath the water-line We made helicopters from sycamore fruits Those machines were simple On their way down, turning I remember scenes painted in watercolours The colour of dreams And then patterns formed and nothing more could stem the rising tide We broke the surface tension We broke the surface Now these stones beneath my clothes will always bear the watermark