During the book festival

A lot of words are being read,
in some small room
two journalists,
the writer who's reading after me,
three girls. Ecstatic ready to faint.
It's starting to rain.
I wake up my heroes
drag them out of dust,
I change form of the clouds
beekeeper's dreams and hopes.
In chignon a lady plaits her tragic love.
A tiger saves a lamb.
The reading has started
the first girl cries.
Calliope yawns.