Look at the wall of my house
There is not anyone’s face
Only white, clean wall
Like my spleen
My favorite pictures on the wall
They also see me
“I’m glad to see you
How are you?”
And then they also ask me
I don’t understand them any questions
Eyes are the untamed fire
Prometheus gave us fire
So he is being punished by the gods
Still continue, never ending
We must not put out this noble fire
J’ai l’ombre de moi-même