A gentle woman with a tender
look listens to and caresses her new belly
In a corner of the room, a black draw smiles, only golden hat plays off the
light, but gold is no more, of recent, a colour
The child is born on its own, it's raining outside
Nothing equals the tears of a child to cry out the sadness of grown-ups, a
woman never leaver alone
Expressions of a marginal language where words are but sounds and games
Forceful blow, you look like a man, but men are insects and their relationships
are only made up of blows and forcing
Take time by the hand, man I Love, and play with your feet in my head
Expressions of a marginal
language where words are but sounds and games
Forceful blow, you look like a man, but men are insects ant their relationships
are only made up of blows and forcing
Trying to listen to you're a-rhythmic and syncopated heartbeats, brought back
from a world where you are the only ruler of pure tribal forces you are the
only One
So little time, man I love, so few words, so many sounds that we do not know
how to use
Take time by the hand, Man I Love, and play with your feet in my head