First, tell me of yourself, you said

And then I’ll tell you mine

Of strangeness I was born, I said

Of weird in black and blue

and blase of beige did I go to school

But ochre, pink and cherry

I see my sky become

in the last three minutes

of knowing you

Ah, I see, you said

And how does the future look for you and I?

Tell me yours first, I said

For you promised

You sat back and sighed, and said

Of cloud, of dust, I suffocated

and trapped I stayed by my mother’s side

But water, air and free

I see my horizon

in the last six minutes

of knowing you

Ah, I white, I said

And how does the future look for you and I?

Clear blue sky, we said