I close myself in,I listen and do not speak,you do not move and I stay silent,the pain touches,it speaks!
Give me a river to washmy clothes from the temptation of the wind,every day tear gas,drips onto my body.
Give me a little lightto illuminate my wounds,to see the path of my heart...
Gift me your hate,so I may grant you a smile,so I may rinse your gloomy soul...
Grant me the leaves of my city,to light them little by littleand warmthose outstretched hands,frozen, that blind my eyes!
I ask...,I ask for nothing...,bring me your broken minds,so I may give you a little knowledge,so I may touch your subconscious.
