The stone with eyes and hands,
The born mountain
Raising dead stones
In a rain of harvest.
United in embrace,
In search of the lost one,
On a screen world
With buttons on the heart side,
Eyes gliding.
I need to remember from where the sun raises,
A b c d of love.
I lost the letters in a fight.
The broken bones set straight.
The pattern before I was born,
Facing only walls,
A run in chains .
Why to fall when I can fly?
Only one bird is enough,
Forever young,
A rock of blood
Writing in my heart white ,
Enough for all
Who hunger and thirst
More than for now.