I want to be something,
I want to be rain,
I want to be summary breeze in the den,
i want tobe flower
i want to be bird
i want to be something that nobody heard.

a sound, a light or maybe a shadow
that follows around the sadness of clouds
and dust that lie quetly on top of thr books
and the water that hurries somewhere in the brooks.

Loving is hurtful
Believe me, I know,
You fly like a wind and fall like a stone.