Do not touch that light, do not touch me.
As a shy and stubborn child, all that was left for me was that.
Lonely on the steps, which then became musical walls. A companion of words and tears.
Do not touch that light, do not touch me.
The way home, the bus and the books, which later became paintings. Companions of love and disappointment.
Do not touch that light, do not turn off my eyes.
