I don´t know why I am not able to look at him br What if I could do without this seriousness? br And see him face to face. br br At dinner I can feel him br Sitting behind br And then, suddendly, his laughter, br That way to use the spoon. br br I spend chosen moments br Waiting for him to pass by, br Cigarette and smile. br br It is tough to play this game of silence br This tension on my dreams br This fear all the time. br br I feel I am clumsy br And I don´t want to be a girl any more br Why can´t I focus on what´s good for me, br On what´s possible? br br Another poem to see him from behind br A piece of chalk writing on the board br Some homework for tomorrow.... br which home would that be? br br And then we´ll try to build good sentences br To say what we think clearly br And be brave....