Confinement — is warmth.
It streams from the saucepan
straight into your life,
from the bottle, from your mom’s breast.
The sweetest of prisons.
From the darkest, most cramped, warmest
internment we are born.
And you do not know what is awaiting you ahead.

And freedom,
freedom, my son, is cold
it has no bottom, no roof
and freedom…

Confinement—is food.
It’s so important: to have bread and water.
There is just one concern at all times,
the same philosophy for people and for beasts.
The eagle likes the comfort of the cage,
the lion is tamed when fed.

And freedom,
freedom, my son is hungry,
no water, no bread, no wine,
and freedom…

Confinement—is your precious friend,
your caring doctor, a lifejacket
that would embrace your neck,
tighten around your chest
and hold you —
you can’t swim too far,
but you keep can’t sink either.

And freedom…