I walk down this street
listening to women gossip
watching men fight over who knows what
and I just want to buy some ****

I see towels hanging
people falling from their balconies
and murders in some back alley
and I just want to buy a cigarette

I see tall buildings and I feel like I'm in a forest where people are lions
judging me for having a cigarette in my mouth and a **** in a transparent bag
i just wanted that body on top of me now

I go home
I lie down and dance with myself
I sleep, I sleep, I sleep
smoke, smoke, smoke
I cry, I cry, I cry
I just wanted to touch those curves

I get up
I'm naked
I go to the kitchen and make myself a coffee
I add the milk that was once milked from a cow
I drink it all and let it fall on my naked body
my slim body
my hairless body
my body without anyone
my body never touched before

I don't know who I am
I don't have an identity, a name, relationships or even parents
I just live in a small, poorly decorated flat
waiting for a sincere love
and a vivid love
in which, as well as feeling it, I can touch it
I wait anxiously for the touching woman