Life is some sort of a cold
that we live
only when we give up happiness
in an unconscious way.
Some sort of cold like a rope that ties up
at every pain that comes along
from one to another…
Ande here now, us, everyday people
We have to recolour it, love
into a different warmness,
diferent shade, colour,
colour of cold…
Oxygen – this is the dream that stays with us
The dream that, at the end of the day,
is love, and lives in each of us.