mò mò.... how I blow mò mò
and I invent sounds for eternity 
I experiment with roads, ultrasounds
and between branches and leaves my identity 
like a fire, whim I wriggle free
mò mò.... like I blow mò mò
mò mò mò.... how I blow mò
over the mountain I will go and there I will create myself
above the time I will play holding my breath
towards the sea I will go and rest there
down in the city I will stay four days
over the markets I will fly
among people, noises and words..I wriggle free
I shudder liquid liquid mò mò
and I sink with the art-brut, brut-art
and then I see clearly
and I get lost with my hands
I get lost with my head< br/>I get lost in the river that is in me
I see the clouds, they call me project me up
I sow pollen I sow
I look around, I caress myself
like the eighth notes I jump dancing
In a whistle I'll get confused.
More or less.... like a breath