Letter to Lola

I was only one
sometimes empty
Now I'm a full moon,
you're inside me.

Everything will be fine,
everything will be fine,
I'm sure,
everything will be fine.
Wait, because,
I built a bed of grapes
I'll paint you two big blue wings
I'll sing you thousands of tales.
Who are you?
I must wait.

Maybe you will be a star
or you like to cook sweet cakes of cream
Maybe you will not like art.
But,
when you'll run,
when you'll laugh,
when you'll search,
when you'll dream.
I'll be full, I'll be fine.