- Good afternoon, are you selling a heart?
- I have one left, hurt...!
- I can't take it, I have two---
one hot, and one cold!
I talk to others with the hot one...
In front of them, every day it is as it is;
and to the cold heart the services
for me they remain, do you know why?
Because every time I happen to be close
to someone in the dust-sunk crossroads,
I stare into the cold heart,
and there I find the right path...


- But leave that, are you selling your hands?
- I am selling, but alas they are cool...!
- I already have them, freezing!
I need thirsty hands,
to caress tenderly, and embrace firmly,
to lift everything high into the heavens,
and not helplessly hung to the right---
to fall, to drag on the ground...


- Lastly, I ask, do you have eyes?
- I'm selling two, but it's a pity they're blind...!
- I'm looking for them, they won't show
the colourless views in my ridiculous days!
With blind eyes, I will see better
where and how lies intersect,
when hands are actually hands,
and how hearts begin to love…!