i take the fisher boat
pushed up by white-glowing waves
to the other part of the island
and i will take you with me
and we will build a house; only made out of wood; wood gathered by me: like a man should
live beneath trees; and look up
every morning
at the strange, never-seen birds
singing their tropical symphonies;
before we learn them Beethoven and Tchaichovsky
run through sand with bare feet;
even in winter
eat ***** fruit
drink strange water
But we don't care;
'cause
we are living
and we are life