You should see her now,
with him right beside her...

The pen trembled
in my hand, he feared...

When all is calm,
you'll feel the orchids...

This lust for life
of mine...

To only talk in metaphors
would be like giving a voice...

Should I start this
by stating that I cried...

I poured so much
audacity into my...

You asked me
to cook you...

Today
the pain I often feel...

I could say
my guts brought me here...

I've been brought up
to believe, that one must...

Aruba,
you're beautiful...