It was the fairy in me that danced in the woods
the rebel who escaped to take the fight
the beast that tore the throat because of hunger
the philosopher who calmly witnessed life under his tree
it was I who scorched my body in desperation to become visible, crouched in the night like a fetus and cried without end
it was I who fought until the oxygen ran out and jumped into the fire to flee
I who held the jewel of patron life and cheered by the good luck to find a home built by hardened hands
protection from the wild boar and a road leading forward
see, it is I who is waving in the distance
free.
