From the beginning he didnt want to believe, the one who had imagined me The one who dreamed and died in my breath was dead that my rain, the most desert, if the river would come to me If it was a fountain and it would not be my life, I wouldnt have been to my life I am I accept that everyone has a god, my God but your old God is like yourself, my God, but the intimacy of your Gods doubt and fear, but the God I have a belief God who is not like anyone else, like his first servant. The desert that my rain, if I have a sleepless sea If your eyes are boiling, say it is pond that my moonlight
