You ask me
what I will miss the most...

I look at him,
thinking of my horizontal life...

It scares me sh**less
what I feel when I feel nothing...

I'd like to tell you 2.000 people died in Nigeria...
yes, human beings make me afraid with their toys...

I could tell you that everything will work out. I...
I know there are things that happen to get us out...

Clench your fists and
declare your right on this earth...

I have nothing
but the sea...

You look down on her
as she dares to be herself...

Gently, i feel free,
watching the sunshine melting and dividing...

They hid refined cruelties beneath the green...
She watched everything paralyzed on the faded red...

Did i tell you i was his muse
for a year and a couple of cigarettes...

The color of her skin holds untold stories of...
and as she passes by barefoot and in white...