Interior

For being from here, I know the streets and sidewalks
I know the interior of the houses
And the interior of those who live inside the houses
And the interior of the interior

I know stories that have been told for millennia
Others that have been erased
I know stories that are still encapsulated
Just waiting to happen

I gather impressions
Heal disappointments
And make some chorus of the things I've lived
I focus on emotions
Aim at hearts
And sing what I will be for being from here

For being from here, I know the phrases and pauses
I understand all the jokes
I can distinguish a sunset from a dawn
On a rainy day, I can predict

I can say with precision if the train is late
I can come in, as I am at home
And when I get sad because life passes by
I remember what will be born

I gather impressions
Heal disappointments
And make some chorus of the things I've lived
I focus on emotions
Aim at hearts
And sing what I will be for being from here