Mira

Look, wait, I'm going to be born again
I'm going to choose the fabric for my crib
And a new latitude of the universe
And other fossils and primitive fire
To be since then what I have not been

Look, I'm going to discover the rainbow
I will sit at the end of every rain
No ideas to dig up the gold
No ideas of touching the mirage
No ideas to invent juggling

I'm going to turn into an animal
To grow later
To grow later
I will learn to hunt with flint
To then know
To then know

Look
Well, one day I will reach the songs
And I will reach the next one to sanity
Heart pressed against men
With the same love of the first birth
With words imitating feelings

Look