I look in a light/frivolous way at things

That perhaps are heavy

For example I know that I am a short distance

Between two pavements

I cross it with all my speed… why?

And because I plunge on/venture out with my voice

I always stumble on/trip over the air

And the first drop that trickles from my forehead

Instead of drying out

Drowns me

I look in a light way at things

I know to be heavy

That is a moment of truth

As for me, I am pure imagination

A buzzing light

Crashing around in a thicket/bush

And whoever finds my words

Will find a large stone

You can easily

Throw it in my face.