I built the House... I made it first of air and dreams, and than I left it hanging from the firmament, from the stars, from the lightness and the darkness.

My name is the President bird,
which president?
Bird of a single feather,
a flyer with a clear shadow
and confused clarity...
I fly,
and I fail to fly,
but I sing and Twitter.
I'm the furious bird
of the tranquil storm.