lying to yourself in your bed

to lose even the things that become part of you

 bury me under

your waterfall 

your pinions

you in mourning

at noon

sunset

under moons

is light

end me now

i will feed on your tears

til the day i die

in your arms

 my mother was a big time farter

spent all my life no to be like her

i have now perfected my diet

Within the first ten minutes towards freedom he rides back to workplace to drop off the keys which had been mistook. Das Investment holds a cold one or two. Migrant workers, with their first coffees, they manifest the rules of their fatherland. German moustaches still asleep, he is all cowboy about the phone in his pocket.

眼高手卑

To wish to return

Our wish to return

Wish for the first time

Weather

I will remember