The stars are my freckles
The mountains my knees
The clouds are my eyebrows
My spit makes the seas.

My hair is the grass
The bushes, the leaves
My nails the glass
Stolen by thieves.

My tears are the raindrops
My skin is the dirt
My mouth is a cave
The pigments of the flowers are the same as my shirt.

My left nostril is the sun
My right is the moon
Under one you shall bathe
And the other lovers swoon.

My neck is the trees
And their branches that grow
My hips are hills
And my dandruff the snow.

The rivers are my veins
And the rocks are my ears
My eyes are the poles
And my wrinkles the years.

My bones are the plates
My nose is a cliff
My heart is the core
Born on February the fifth.