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"Kino"

I heard a puff
I heard a blow
I felt the ground
I felt the snow
I thought of linen and of lace
I never really saw his face

I heard a grunt
I heard a moan
I felt the sun
I saw the moon
I saw the northern light above
and the eclipse of the sun

I am a breath
I am a wish
I am a rocket
and a fish
I felt his measures and his weight
my own body as a scale

I heard a whisper in my ear
”you are not here, you are not here”
I saw the northern light above
and the eclipse of the sun

my feet was hurt and heals were sore
and I wondered why it burned
and I wondered why it burned

I heard a puff
I heard a blow
I felt the ground
I felt the snow
I thought of linen and of lace
I never really saw his face

I heard a grunt
I heard a moan
I felt the sun
I saw the moon
I saw the northern light above
and the eclipse of the sun

I am a breath
I am a wish
I am a rocket
and a fish
I felt his measures and his weight
my own body as a scale

I heard a whisper in my ear
”you are not here, you are not here”
I saw the northern light above
and the eclipse of the sun

my feet was hurt and heals were sore
and I wondered why it burned
and I wondered why it burned

Then I had to climb down
I went down to see the sun rise
and then I had to climb back up again
I had to be there to see the sun rise
All the air that you sent to guide me
had a tone of the elephant grey
we were all there in the morning
we were there and we wanted to stay

Then I had to climb down
I went down to see the sun rise
and then I had to climb back up again
I had to be there to see the sun rise
All the air that you sent to guide me
had a tone of the elephant grey
we were all there in the morning
we were there and we wanted to stay