I saw him upside down for the first time
Colorless and rough voice he carried
Carried me around showing some shapes
Disappears for a long time during the day
Evening he shows up again
Routine made me yearn for his rough voice
One day my world turned upside down.
I heard the same rough voice
I felt safe when I am in his hands
I didn’t know why he carried me around
I didn’t know where he disappeared during the day.
One day the word came out of me “dada”
He is the pure form of love