Concepts of Worth

If for a moment God would forget that
I am a rag doll and give me a scrap of
life, possibly I would not say
everything that I think, but I would
definitely think everything that I say.

My God, if I had a heart, I would write
my hatred on ice and wait for the sun
to come out. With a dream of Van
Gogh I would paint on the stars a
poem by Benedetti, and a song by Serrat
would be my serenade to the moon.