Father why are you so old
Because I have lived long son
Long, long, long.

Why did I land on this landscape?
Why so hostile?
This night plays fear and dark.
Why this shore?
With these strong waves?
That pushes my body on the rocks and refuseS the way back.
This winters,
Bitter,
Spelling frosts.

Watery sensations!
A feel of having fallen into a light full of summer!
Sprung out of late night october dark.
The lightness of the wind.
The mystery of an ancient perfume.
I realize how I had been missing it.
Tapping into the underworld.
Of a wandering heart.

You know nature?
That messed up wonder.
I got it in my veins.
In my blood
That is why I bloom.

Wearing the best lipstick
And a veil on my face
I sit and wait for the lunar hour.

It is this thing with the human.
We got associations for everything.
A round vowel.
Square consonant.
For the touch of breeze on the skin.
Well absorbing it,
It might be some sort of mistake!?
Joke of Gods!
But they call it human!
Or art!

It is this thing with the human.
We got associations for everything.
A round vowel.
Square consonant.
For the touch of breeze on the skin.
Well absorbing it,
It might be some sort of mistake!?
Joke of Gods!
But they call it human!
Or art!
Nature