I fill my life with machines and things 

I don't think they make me very happy

 

I don't dream of them-they dream of me

filling my thoughts keeping me busy

 

don't be afraid of my loneliness

I'll try to understand the way you exist

 

you divide existence in two bits

between plants and cats

 

I've lived exclusively in a world of men

a lot of right angles and rotten meals

 

Now I have to begin again 

with curves and four-course dinners

 

this lack I felt turned into a career

negation, obstruction, Freudian fears

 

exercising muscles for the first time in years 

taken back to childhood smells

 

an older impulse makes itself felt

millennia of civilization start to melt

 

you threaten to add my secrets to your act 

dividing me between plants and cats