Things we said today, yesterday

and a long time before,

they have their own lives. Like we do.

They turn into fireworks, firewords and fireswords

start moving on their own.

Following the protests in Iran

it´s the very Shirin I meet at the AMS info-point.

Soulmates, AMS mates, burocracy mates.

Thank goddess we are firehorses.

Our year is just on the point of welling out.

Me living at the countryside

Shirin only switched her body to Leibnitz

Her mind stayed in Theran.

With her mother, her sisters, her aunts,

her relatives.

Whole of her life has become relativ.

We might dream of wintersnow in Yerevan,

but the galopping up firehorse

is breathing thoughts of freedom

into our brains.