I’m going to make a collage
 I’m always cutting and pasting
 The cup in front of my eyes is what I collage
 The trumpet I hear is what I collage
 The sound of the radio I hear is what I collage
 The voice of you speaking and the things you speak of is what I collage
 I’m listening to the sound of Tomas’ guitar on the Porte Maillot studio in Paris,
 But, I wonder what the sound that Katerine hears of his guitar is like
 The collage that I’m listening to is a collage of this collage
 The collage that you’ re listening to is a collage of this collage
 When I was a child the thing I used to wonder about
 Thinking as I looked at the light of the car that reflected on the ceiling
 I wonder why I don’ t know the actual moment of when I fall asleep
 I was in my bed talking to my sister, and then the next moment I realized it was morning
 I asked my sister about it, but she said that no one remembers thing like that
 But, it didn’t satisfy me
 And so, I always think about it
 And then when I think it’s Sunday, it’s already Saturday
 From one day I started to lock for the moment I go to sleep
 Every night as I speck of different things with my sister in bed, I was looking out for that moment
 But when I realized, it was morning
 It was like that even on one of those nights that I couldn’t fall asleep smoothly
 I think at times, even now
 We fall asleep every night, but I wonder why I can’t sense it
 When I go to sleep, even as I’ve grown older now, I still find it strange
 One day, I found some nice shoes in a store
 But my feet were too small for those shoes
 I thought of giving up, but since I liked them so much, I decided to buy them
 It was about the next day when I wore those shoes and went up the stairs
 It’s the stairs I go up every day but I tripped like it was the first time I climbed them
 It was like a surprise to myself
 It was like an error on the computer
 It felt like it was telling me that it was the wrong size for my feet
 From then on, I experienced tripping down those stairs 2 or 3 times, but when I realized I was able to walk in those shoes smoothly
 My body got used to my shoes
 I found it was strange
 Sometimes you come out in my dreams
 Even though I don’t have feelings for you any more, I sill dream of you often
 When you’re in my dreams you’re much nicer and we’re getting along really good
 When I awake and think of you, I find myself not having any feelings for you, but I still dream of you often
 I find it strange
 I find myself more strange than anyone else finds it
 In my apartment in Paris