Look,
There are dark spots;
And many tears,
Not mine
Of heaven;
Why the blue
I didn't want it to be like this;
There is
An account,
A testament,
A mirror;
Why what remains
-witness-
It's the experience,
This is the truth-
Your cells
If they pulsate and what colour
This is you-
What you understand and what you feel-
What a pity though,
The voice inside you,
The child's,
Which is fluid
And full of dreams and hope
Not to stand
Facing the mirror-
That voice
It had to speak,
And the mirror
Wouldn't have two faces,
No memory,
Only dreams and a future,
Nothing hidden,
No wet rain,
No dragging ghost,
It would only have
Light,
Heaven,
Clear,
But it doesn't matter,
We'll be born again,
It's all,
A matter of time,
And the voice,
Within you.

Look,
I'm on fire;
The house downstairs,
It's on fire;
It all has to be erased;
It all has to be cleaned;
It all has to be atoned for;
I don't know which of the three;
Choose;
I, I chose;
The house upstairs;
It's new;
It's white;
It's untainted,
A new beginning-
Someone sees me and knows it,
He's a witness-
It took a witness
For this to go down in our history
Twelve witnesses they were too
In His words

Come here
No, no, go away-
My whole life
The blue moon-
On the shoulder of the right
It talks without you even being here
You gave birth to a ball
Heavy, iron, blue
And you put it on my shoulder-
I didn't protest
But now I can't anymore,
I can't stand it-
It's so heavy
That I'm all twisted up
And my eyes
Can't see straight-
I look sideways
And it's all different-
I've got to throw you
And let you break
Or else I'll break
And my noise
Is bigger
Than the blue moon
That you made me watch-
Wait a minute
Let me straighten my eyes,
Let me see you straight

Do you know how much I need
to tell you?
How many books do I have inside
My head?
How many of your words
How many of mine
Mixed up inside me•
I don't see clearly
But I try
Huge journeys
Words are kilometers•
If I were to die
Our words are still here•
No one understands
The shapes of speech
The forms that are born•
The words
The concepts•
They are living beings
And they live forever.

Two worlds-
Yours
And mine-
See how I always put me second?
Mine has feathers
Soft but shabby,
Soft with a tendency to light,
Ask me infinite questions
Light but sharp-
Yours
Has a hole
Black,
I don't know why-
But it has no bottom-
And that black
Connects us
And that connection,
Just as sharp-
And for you
And for me-
And you,
Always first-
In my questions
And in my answers-
Forever connected
Forever together
No good
No bad-
I still survive-
Too bad,
You almost became a sun.