The First Ones

We'll have to choose dear we shall to choose not between the colors of the sky or the earth, religion and God We must pick it up dear, we must pick not the stars of the night, nor the flowers of the day, secretly, my darling, secretly we shall extract this tear from the past that never left and didn't even start like a lightning without death and no answer, we shall, my dear begin with ”the end”, like on the big set of paramount pictures, let's put this spiky cat on the wall and return, free and happy, like the first people, ladybug, carry me on your palms, darling i”ll hold you close to my chest like an armful of dry branches good for fire