Una Rosa para mi Amor

And I look at the flowers
And I look at the trees
for a way to be
inside this body
inside this room
that will let me pass thru

And I look at the cups
And I look at the plates
I look and I try to open the gates

I look at the buildings
The windows
The curtains

I look at the people
I look at the shoes

For a way to pass thru
For a way to pass thru

How did I forget how to look inside me?
At the very beginning
At the way to be free

Caroline Bakke