PLAYING GARDENERS
Isn't air what I breathe?
Do I breathe? Am I still breathing?
I'm fading, I've dried,
and everybody look at me, think,
and talk as they know.
They say: "what you need is water",
and so bring a backet,
I'm fading, I've been wetted.
Don't you understand that I don't need
you to look at me, neither think at me,
less that you talk as you know?
less that you talk as you know?
Don't you understand that I'm not a plant?
¡It is air what I breathe,
it's death what you give me!
