Written by: Patrizia Cohen

Hydrogen, hydrogen, oxygen,
I watch the calm river
Crossing my town
Not clean, not clear,
But dear to me.

I stare the unstable water
I am there
My changeable image
Floats and never stays
I don’t recognize
What looks me and not me.

Hydrogen, hydrogen, oxygen,
I cannot see anything
Around only water
And dark
I lost my last breath.