III.

Thanks to freedom,

I was living like Bob Dylan,

Singing in the subway,

and getting on the life train,

where everything was uncertain.

Thanks to slavery's existence,

I could feel the emptiness

and all the dark butterflies,

diying in my stomach.

And when everything died,

music turned on.

All the trumpets started bombing

and the worldwide peace and ignorance

was cutting a mournful newspaper out...