No more alone, no more me,
no more endless walls, fences...

Let me embrace your pains
you, my brothers and sisters...

Tick-tuck, tick-tuck she tiptoe walked
towards my door...

When a poet chants
a songster is ensnared...

"I love you for all the women I have not known"
(Je t’aime), Paul Elward...

You, my creation, my art,
you every throb...

This people only see the act
They do not see the puppeteers...

We share our solitude with the night.
I witnessed my defeat and the lies triumph...

Could you for a while cuddle this little bug,
this hug- less kitten in the cold...

Heaven is gushing out of the firmament,
radiances are raining from skies...

We are born,
to live for a while...

A fruit basket in a still-life
forever...