She is still in my stomach…
Carrying her i wander streets to streets,
I fly with a watch of nightingales,
I hug the open blue sky,
I blossom with lilies,
I chew leaves of green grass,
I grow intoxicated with darkness,
I speak with silence,
I roam with the waves of a sea,
I dance with rain,
I sing with a piano,
I weep with a guitar
I sleep with a whore…
Yes, and indeed she is still in my stomach…