Let me I want to fall into me I've become ignorant of myself As if my right hand chose to stay Last November Before he turned two So I was born eleven times And I wasn't complete My left hand promised To compensate me for the loss But she's sensitive about time She threw me into a black clock So I ran with its obsessive hands I got used to getting dizzy and wouldn't stop From spinning like a possessed person He's like this... He who engineers his small universe His fatigue finds comfort in reaching Infinity He satisfies everyone and is not satisfied Even my name has forgotten me He seduced with his red dress On a dark night, and her jealousy swallowed him I am no longer two homes... I am one home A wandering idea without wings And this whole sky is mine.