My non-existent idyll, my dear, please give me a small and humble blast in the valleys of your lap to receive my tired, vulnerable being in the trust of your faithfulness - and I, as an obedient pilgrim to the Heart, give you my bleeding conscience in return!

Spring is only now beginning to break down its bobits - their songs are whistling in their eternal-cheerful voices, sparrows, bullies, and thrushes! A new season change is brewing and preparing again! My dear ears up! If you hear a serenade in guitar voices under the guise of a mystical night,

please don't scream in amazement! Come on, show your elf face and open your window with gentle ease and soft window! The hesitant word of your only poet speaks when you listen: Our being is held tightly and secretly embraced by the Almighty Universe. - Up, up to heaven

until then, fly, my dear fly - never be as discouraged as I am now, even if you have built a palace around you out of your true pearl tears, that you cannot be by my side and with me! Settle down on your balcony, - if you have one - howl and scream just calmly: For the deaf-eared, eating melodies is futile, and it's a pity -

while you feel the Music tingling even in a murderous silence! Stick to Being as a cobweb to be with me - follow the laws of emotion; Common sense as a sure connection now does not matter, full of unspeakable glow and intoxication or my immortal sweetheart! Don't forget wandering

about your knight while guarding and imprisoning the one up there for the time being! A flamethrower welding gun sniffs so much in your heart that it tears apart the pathetic trifles of handcuffs.