A voice shouting, always
always shouting...silence.
My hands full of ink
smudge a notebook.
Far away, very far away, very far away
you can hear the teacher's voice
talking about hills and rivers.
I escape through the window
I run, I run through the sky
and I ride, as a light blue horseman
over a very dark, black cloud.
Chasing white clouds
I spend the winter afternoon
A bell confuses me
Our Father...