I\'m telling you:
There\'s nothing between us!
Except words, drawings –
What an impossible task
To fill up my mind with ideas
Of people and their duties! –
I\'m sitting across the street –
Where le gente meet –
There\'s a feather flying from a pigeon,
Who\'s trying to reach the blue sky,
I watched it and thought:
I would have taken an eye for an eye.
And what an eye would that be!
Dark brown, looking deep into mine,
Searching for something, perhaps for a soul –
There\'s just a void, a big black hole –
My organs are rotten, even filled with mold;
Will you heal that, are you that bold?