El Lector de Núvols.

I wrote this in the air a while ago. I've just picked up the rain now when it erratically fell on clay tiles. The story is divided into nine 'cantos' and written in Catalan except for one canto, 'The Cloud Reader', which is in English. The poem was inspired by those Barcelona rooftops that have a little shed as shelter and by someone I once noticed sitting at a bus stop on a Sunday noon waiting for none. His face mirrored moments of no outdoors when streets can become corridors with urban furniture and coloured ceilings. But life was different closer to the clouds. Funny how stories come and vanish.

http://www.amazon.co.uk/El-Lector-Núvols-Albert-Pellicer/dp/8493978744/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1359845638&sr=8-1