At home, no clothes on
brushing my hair
putting on makeup
laughing in the mirror

Toasting myself:
I love me
after you

At home, no clothes on
the curtains open
free, free in sight
of the dark

In the night I am free
in the night I love me
after you

Let the streets see me
let the night see me
I'm not going to hide
after you

Everyone may see me
I love me
after you

Depilated from inside
opened and closed around
the navel, the core
of the beauty of the body
and the pearl in my scar

Cherish me, cherish me
let me feel and feel
that you are there, you are there

It is not my skin that I soften
in the bath, it is my muscles
and my soul, warm and supple
they must be to myself
to keep myself together

Cherish me, cherish me
let me feel and feel
that you are there, you are there

How much inner, how much
internal fight do I yet have
ahead, how much injury
to suffer before I can't
don't want to, will not go on?

Cherish me, cherish me
let me feel and feel
that you are there, you are there

Not to know myself,

to keep surprising myself --


yes, that's what I love!

Do it, blame me
that you get little attention
It's true

I am
occupied with myself
I'm very well aware

that my life is too short
to postpone

what is important
not only you

also my peculiarities
pleasures, habits
and responsibilities

for my health, at home
with the neighbours and at work
I am proud of it

whatever you think of it
so do it, blame me
that I love myself

Loving Apart Together, each
his own music, his own habits
I'm willing to change mine

for something more pleasant
but not just for you
not just anchor

in the rippling water
of a harbour, no longer breaking
the waves with the ship at my feet

my ******* untouchably
coveted, no longer being the bow
that steers the hands of the steersman

You give a sniff at the musky smell
of the rutting squirters
in my breaking charms

You mock them with envious eyes
you lay down sweet smiles
and hawsers of homeliness

You hit the quays full of bollards
you're so handy, unhandy
in love like landsailors

i sit here,
trying to refuel my passions
for the many things
he took away from me

i sit here
not embarrassed
of who i am

i sit here
sometimes questioning myself

because his voice at the back of my head
still judges me
for liking the things i do

i sit here
trying to regain the pieces of me

that had fallen all over the floor

i am almost there
i am almost full

They are not in love

anymore, but luckily –


they did conceive me.

Along the curtain, the caress
of the wind that embraces me

in the middle of the sun window
of the floor of the room

my feet on the carpet
reach deep into the earth

my heat salutes the heat
my breath kisses the wind

.....I pull the bed into the sunlight
.....and cradle me in well-being

.....stretched out and opened wide
.....I glide into the world

The rippling sings
for me, only I
am here, it plays
with itself and it sings

so beautifully and clearly
for me, everything
caresses me with colours
and is loving me

it exults and dances
charms
above and below
disappear

I exist, I can no longer
think, satisfied I am
sinking into the scent
of my seed

dressed in the spotty light
of rocking water
I am merging with you
and you sing, you sing!

Darling, maybe you are an angel
and I for you

someone who believes in you
someone who dares

as if it were forever
someone who decides so

and confirms with a clasp of hands
in the silence of not knowing

and exactly knowing
that love is too big

and cannot help
but disguise itself

in half work and failures
to love yourself