I lose my thoughts and body,
I lose myself,
My skin groans by the touch of wind,
I’m alone again.
I have undressed the tiredness from my eyes,
My hairs smell like autumn,
I carry in my hands shells,
But I’m so alone.
On the way to my home grow raspberries,
My skin redden from their aromatic sap,
My eyes are full with wind
And my face gets old.
With thirty years I lose myself,
In the curves of the day has remained my tiredness
And the last words to my mother,
Now I’m going to my home
And gather pieces of myself