My head blossoms

I have my head open to what i do not keep...
My body rests in my future head;
waiting, still, is the house that i do not encounter on the road.

One day i will be without days.
I´ll have no timetable.
I will happen in the wind...
- and Comfort myself...

My hands asks for the spring...

The sun breaks down like hot water.
And i confine myself to blossom.

They tell me that this is...
...The nature of things...