Hidden stories are imprinted in the flesh, flowing in the blood Language in my bones, in fingers, in thighs, in feet and in spine Stories that we can't remember memorize themselves in our bodies What does the body know? I ask. What does the body know? There's a rhythm, an order, a structure in everything Repetition, symmetry But I was absent when it all began At the beginning of the sign, the form and the meaning Of the language that we use From dot to line, to plane, to form, to sign Don't you liberate me from my body, it's in opposition now I oppose the times, but I trust the future The future of the material, the touch and the senses I trust the future, the future of lovers