Smells of damp earth and fresh blood
Eyes, mouths and teeth,
The memories of death and
the principles of life.
The trumpet! That dream when you were born.
The silence and the inexhaustible acute trill
of a blackbird, when do you remember what you are.
Millions of stars and the darkness of the sea.
Beep of the train! Listen to the live.
Without time, does the time?
The letter t
Without light, the light?
It looks like.
That is to die.
The subject matter, the movement,
the universe of dreams,
Star of life and consciousness.
Is what you are.
Do you want to return?
For my friends in North America.