And here I, with folded hands for anyone to notice I am trembling
cold or fear or boredom
for me not to note that sometimes and sometimes
are the center of my life.
For anyone looking at me remember what an idiot I went
my fingers
retake the lost autonomy and speak for my
things that do not want anyone to know
things that did not tell you because they wanted to hear
And while I'm still shaking
and by lying and sighing under reproaches
Damn!, should close the window
