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
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
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,
