First I tolf to myself there was no more than the sound
Of the wind through an open door, and if no one
entered it was no crime ?at least it was none of
mine, and all isaw I kept at bay, an empty heard
in an emtpy space, there was no reason for me to
live, I had nothing to give, nothing to give
I closed my eyes and to my surprise my heard
was beating I was still alive
Was there really nothing I could do?
No, it can