(anglais) Every morning i am souring the milk into my coffee and i am filled with yellow thoughts i imagine the liquids that are hurting me, inside, orange, It’s burning like salt upon a slug, Melting me, slowly, I am losing my form Just like the slug, I become fluid, Once, I remember, I could produce electricity from my fingers, Like anyone else, my body was vibrating, And echoing outside But now I am echoing towards myself, as if I am wrapped in a hard wrapping, So no vibration can go out, And all the electricity stays inside Until I am electrifying myself
(hébreu) My body disappears like a slug under salt, The bones are breaking inside and I feel my lungs getting holes, I am lacking air, I lost the delicacy in my fingers, I am losing control, Melting, bleaching, The salt upon the slug is like the life upon my body I am disappearing.
(anglais) I am a drop of blood, Drop of life, I am melting into reality, melting into the speed outside, melting into rush of life, melting into work, melting into money, I am melting into reality, And I am no longer myself like I was before.