To live by the flow of my streams
Ignore the meaning of ‘tomorrow’
To live straight and unarmed
Copy my life off the color of time
To be nothing but a house
Wide open, transparent and naked
Naked like the truth
Like a white wall a child colors
To live to offer you hope
Like the source is in the palms of our hands
I want to live to sing to you
Live to make your eyes bloom
To be pregnant with a star
Without knowing the number of my years
Live like we write a love song
To people in the future
To be a house of words
An attic of songs for winter
To breathe like an open door
On the vine and the rose bush
To live to offer you hope
Like the source is in the palms of our hands
I want to live to sing to you
Live to make your eyes bloom
I am a true woman
I carried the child in my slender hands
And I live for my lovers
With this body, this badly squared off heart
I am a true woman
I just wanted to say
While passing by your doors
That your dreams are mine