The letter A in your name
Opens this door and enters
In the same house I live
On the table that foods me
The tile that warms and covers
When she lies down during the night
We think that we choose
If we don't know we make it up
Not only do we make the pain up
We, who face evil
When we stand still looking at the sea
We feel better
The bee that lives and dies
And the wax it creates
Turns the light up when it spills
From the candle that guides me
Only automobiles
Featherlessly moving and winding
The sure is the floor of something immobile
I prefer the legs that move me
We move love
We face evil
When we stand still looking at the sea
We feel better