Somber winds,

Touch my lungs.

Wash away my blood,

And replace it with ink.

So my words will mark lives,

And so I will bleed of signed memories.

Let the outside birds chirp,

And give birth.

Let myself grow wings of a skyscraper...

That extends towards the axis of the world...

That ascends towards our warm mother.

The milk she provides will nurture our bodies,

And calm our minds.

...

And while the sky...

Is a open hurricane,

The soothing of the end,

Creates serenity.

While it produces tears to my windows,

I will always carry an umbrella...

Let my shadow be the one to hug them,

And my shell be protected.