Little Grain of Sand
Grain little grain of sand
pebble rolled in my hand
pebble thrust in my pocket
a keepsake for a locket
pebble rolled in my hand
pebble thrust in my pocket
a keepsake for a locket
Little sun big in the blue
a granule I make out of you
shine in my pebble little grain
for the moment that’s all I can gain
a granule I make out of you
shine in my pebble little grain
for the moment that’s all I can gain
Baby that screams from the womb
nothing is big in this tomb
quietly laugh now and speak
silence in dead-end street
nothing is big in this tomb
quietly laugh now and speak
silence in dead-end street
Little world round and earth-blue
make a mere eye out of you
house with a door and two slits
a garden where everything fits
make a mere eye out of you
house with a door and two slits
a garden where everything fits
Small arrow feathered into space
love fades away from its place
Carpenter seals a coffin that’s bought
I ready myself for the nought
love fades away from its place
Carpenter seals a coffin that’s bought
I ready myself for the nought
Small grain of sand is my word, my breath
small grain of nought is my death
small grain of nought is my death
(em Black Butterflies, 2007, Human & Rousseau, Cidade do Cabo)