Testo Out Of The Moving Life Of Circles And Also The Trees
an unknown language prowls
I disappear, I reappear, I cannot hide
Standing in this broken view, where you surround
Dripping from the silence
The tears of an embrace
These moments I don't understand, have side effects
I slide, I kick, I turn around, I cannot rest
The cold of yesterday has warmed, and now I wait
Above swans fly through winter, I kiss upon her face
But still I feel these climbing plants
That slide and shake
