The monologue of the lunatic

They want to destroy my life
Take my brain off with their syringes.
But I fled,
I am not insane !
To make me drink potions !
To swallow phials !
Phials !
To attach my heart like a performing bear !
To attach my wings !
A spirit without wings !
My heart is free !
Free like a bird !
My heart planes or goes down again,
My heart cries where it laughs and sings.
When God came down on Earth
He saw the gypsies
And took the flight right back.
It's not my fault.

(extract from Time of the Gypsies)