The rainy days
My toys are alive
Grown-ups have claws
Like concrete hooks
It's as they say
When you're merely sixteen years old
The bed you strip, has no longer
The smell of back then
For what good
The lifes of dolls
The words of love
Who are to short,
Me, I dream of being big
Like an elephant
I dream enormously
Belly round
Eyes profound
My bear says for what good?
His friendship
It's hard to say
Will last a lifetime
So he'll...

Talk very low
To find the words that are needed
Talk about everything, talk about me
To find the rest
His arms: the softness
He has a heart inside of him
I live for him
It's for him
My poem
In this world without a soul

The rainy days
My toys are alive
The grown-ups have laughs
Who'll hit you
Incidentally

For what good
The love that awakes
Me, I have a friend
I'd like to says
Not for the joke
Even if it's ridiculous...
I love him