A dream he said, only an infant, the truth he knew.
Of my half-read, the book "L'anus solaire", shut and watch the press conference.
To the pail of water, to draw water on behalf of her, becoming her father.
Because of His body, being too heavy to throw away, turning a blinded eye to future trouble.
To present for her daughter, with the parcel wrapped in cloth, within her gold teeth.