The powder spreads in the 

air and it is still not the one

we want.

The sweet powder is the babyish

powder, which will follow us

all of our life.

Then comes the scented powered,

of bohemian nights on the Dead Sea,

when the nights are as calm as yogurth.

So, you know it has been there,

like a swirl lifting up its tail,

when times are hard.