I sleep as much as I can.
I dream I am the moon,
the ancient light in your room.
I know u best of all.
Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me just one time
before I wake up place your lips on mine.
I love u cherrypie, c'mon now chéri cherrypie.
I sleep, I dream I am a plectrum in the pocket
of your brown bootcut manchester jeans.
U hold me everyday:
I sing the songs u play.
Hey your fingers tickle me.
According to Helena: "I'd do anything to travel into the past. Just to visit one day of every year of Martinique's life since he was born! Unfortunately, I do not know how to. But if I was the moon, I could have touched his face with my light through all times, and I would see him as a child- he must have been a wonderful one!"