To exalt the exotic beauty of fingers
For the feeling of ease
To appreciate the waves
To get dazed
To endure prisons of all kinds
Smoke them for the taste
To get poisoned
To get laid
To rotten your teeth
If you don’t get paid
To die slowly
Or to live between a match and a lighter

Some people show their gifts as badges
They put them on their foreheads
They put them on their jackets
They put them next to their hearts
Some people hide their gifts as plagues
They put them under the carpet  
They lock them in a cage
They lie and say they have none
They convince other people of their inexistence
Some people hide their talents so well
Some people eventually forget they ever had a talent at all

Sometimes I feel a bit lost
Sometimes I feel like trying to try to live
As if life was no more than a series of trial and error
As if the only thing I´m able to do is try to try
And then I feel hopeless
And then I feel useless
And then I feel
And then
And then
Nothing
Sometimes I feel as if I live in someone else´s dream
Sometimes I feel as if my life was made of tiny moments of passion
As if every moment of passion were followed by a moment of infinite sadness
As if the dreamer of my life was spending too much time awake
And then I feel I should not be a tiny part someone else´s dream
And then I feel I should be my own dreams
And then everything feels like as if in a dream