Ritmul sacadat al vietii, muzica trupului
Acel dute-vino neincetat al ochiului
impotriva inertiei, impartasim, doar acum
tacerea misterioasa a samanului, scrum.
Proiectat pe cearsaful alb,
Hours of morning light
When the silence cleanses
Bird’s singing flight
Upwards from the meadows.
Bare foot I am running
Oh! Such a happy child
The whole world is spinning
Round and
If my dreams were ever to become true
You would live a life of a falling star
Paranoically intense to the limit of denying
The sky above and earth beneath, the very
Breathe of clear air in the
