Of the deep-bottomed, sanda underworld of our transience, which night-veiled, crooking pin belongs to the Eurides and the Jimpec Orpheus: who will follow us with sincere faith?! Who can swim against the unbridled reality if there can be no more consoling sunset ?! A soft and incessant supplication admits the orphan contemplative always; there will still be a lot of hesitantly winding stairs in the future that send a omen with a dull tap - so be on the lookout!
 
Time is spinning and time is running out! Over the dials, the pulsating pace of ancient rhythms and cries! It might be a good idea to cling to the crossfire of warning gazes! On the velvet path of memories, someone is always looking for someone! It is futile to rephrase and ask missed questions! Unfinished ax-sentences, love nods after flirtatious movements of run damage; a ghost-moon hovering over gloomy towers hovers and sends its cursed wraith lights! In dim light, the universe faces often go out!
 
Exclamation marks on stones light up in more and more superstitious eyes that are rarely if you can guess how to get to know each other! Dressed in immortality minute-deep, when two souls can recognize each other, they become one Love s Love! Your child's vision of hopes of hope: dungeon-riddling, vengeful Angels are still quoting in the night and at the unlimited bacchanalis of V.I.P. parties they all celebrate the budding nas of their bodies! The exciting net of gray eyes is already all around me and the candle flame of lies is roasting my brain! - It is seldom possible to command instinctive flesh if emotions are already involved.