Become the bird that lives in my sky.
Remember that the scariest prison is in the head.
Become the bird, don’t think of bread.
I’ll become a road.
I remember the transparency of the sea water.
I see the transparency of the burning gas.
Become a heart, beat in my body.
I’ll become the blood.
I will do everything the way I can.
Become a book, lay down in my hands.
Become a song, live on my lips.
I’ll become the words.