The first impulse
The first fright
The first light in the eyes
The first eyes that looked at me
That sudden thirsty
For a single drop
In the dryness of my mouth
The first darkness
Lights out
That turned me on inside
The first wind blow
The first caress
That softened my fever
The first bliss
The first rejection that aches
Saying that it will affect me later...
The first impasse
But not even if I was killed
I would come back home
Without anything on my hands