I love the tenderness you torture with.

I ask for a tiger behind the grooves of the wilderness
I'm trying to be devoured by the night.
You teached me to take care of ghosts waltzing in the kookiness
and that was quite boring to stand in line.
Waiting for the summer, infatuated of the movements of chameleons
the same movements of your fingers, throwing all those pence of your own.

But I love the tenderness you torture with
and the violence with you're used to smile.
As a tortoise twisting its neck to decapitation
you broke the cage that was my mind.

I ask for the horses and  the feathers I know I had once
when I was a child worried of the well.
Tell me please where is the compas to find all those perfect ones
to destroy them in name of things I felt.
You said me that comfort trees grow up only feeded by tears.
As a prophet said, I hurt myself to see if I still feel

But I love the tenderness you torture with
and the violence with you're used to smile.
As a tortoise twisting its neck to decapitation
you broke the cage that was my mind.

And so I learnt the diseases of becoming numb
and I learnt that the mouth comes after the hands