"When they promise us everything and treat us like nothing,
I live for the little winds.
I live for the things I am ready to die for.
I stand for the things for which I am ready to fall...
This poem is for the survivors,
It's for the outcasts,
It's for the eccentrics who never let coolness
Whitewash their madness...
They will treat your voice like a crime
for which you have no alibi.
So make it a crime of passion."