One of these days someone will say to her.
One of these days someone will wisper in
her ear, and she will be deaf on it,
because not anyone will listen to another
woice who is delivering such words.

One evening the fish will be the dinner
she have to eat. A fried one and she want to eat it,
because she could smell it,
just by remembering something of that smell.
It should be some day in a future
she had to dream a little dream of.