I am like a box, empty inside
With some lights and two wings beside
One of them its alive, and flies
Anouther one suffering in pain, cry.


I feel like a cube with more then six faces
Like a mirror ripped in two spaces
One its for my beauty and truth
Anouther one looks like you.


I feel like a tree in a red dress
So fragile in my white emptiness
I feel so yellow and green
But more then this, like seventeen.


I feel like a child with a dead mother
Replaced by birth, I dont bother
Walking arround in a dirty street
With a car or with my only one foot.


I feel like an angel, again with one wing
All the sky in my eyes to bring
I still look like a type of car
Old and cruel, walking so far.