I’m not even wind
to blow you away,
to wake up the oceans
with my emotions.

I am not even fire
to light up the candles
on your birthday cake,...
I am nothing but a fake.

I am not even a star,
to light up and then to die,
to fall in love with the moon,
to be born and to die soon.

I am not even a call
made on a cellular phone,
but even like that
you can have my heart.


july 23 2001