Drawing airplanes

"Half moon in Mexico city, I think of you"

Last night I dreamed about a runaway on a jeweled elephant walking on wet asphalt. I felt a gypsy's breath over my face asking: Who cries a thousand lakes and get drunk of tears? Don't know if I'm scared or tired of big cities and the people living in them, shining artifacts make irrelevant the answer. The wind blows wildly and I sing happy birthday. I'm not sure if I already woke up, I'm listening a wise german's words, all the songs, all the film dialogues.
I started smoking, the rain stopped...