the days are only sequences, fractions of time,
whose only purpose are to mark arrivals
and departures
there is a new continent
made of soft skin and long black hair
of which to become an explorer
there's a new language, an alien tongue,
with characters and words that hide
the pathway to your deepest feelings
a single word in a third language
returns in silence, as a key to unlocking
the questions that surround me
your body became a treasure
worthy of conquest, your eyes
a new frontier made of dreams
and since then
I've been wanting to become a student,
a translator and an explorer,
a bridge between cultures and ideas
