Open it, open it slowly-
say what you see, tell me what you see , if there is something
A source short and brief between the hands
Play right, defined by a line
Tuning in, rearrange pieces
in my collection of medals and scratches
That's it-
Who has seen the one who dances like a lasso in the ventilator?
Who said that without coal there are no Magi?
Even vices remain to perfect on strange days
they reveal intimacies with the tip of the shoe
That's it-
Who has seen the one who dances like a lasso in the ventilator?
Who said, that without stain there is no contract?
The future dresses with the emperors new cloths
Who said without coal there are no Magi?
Many gifts are left for us to open
Coins to spin discover a profile
Beginning in cellophane...and ending in echo