what present would you like?
grandmother asks
a model railway
the little girl says

not a train!
grandmother shakes her head
you are a little girl
what about a doll?

I like walking down the streets
when it is dark
and every lit up window
tells a different story

here lives the young couple
who are having their dinner
every night at the same time
they both seem to work long hours

in this room a family
watches television
they do the same every day
nothing seems to disturb their rhythm

through this window
I can see a little boy playing with his train
he smiles and watches the carriages
going past fast and purposeful

here an old couple lives
they sit quietly on the sofa
they do not speak
and seem to listen to music

this is the window
that is always dark
I wonder if nobody lives here
or whether they work during the night

now I can see my window
which is brightly lit up
my black cat is sitting on the table
waiting for me to come home

oranges
lemons
memories

she does not like
going to bed

every night she worries
about tomorrow
and these worries
create her dreams
frightening dreams
that make her heart race
and her soul weep

it is evening again
and she begins to worry
about tomorrow
and does not want
to go to bed

pizza and pasta
memories of holidays
smiles and happiness

oh happy day
she sings
and arranges
the yellow flowers
in the pretty glass vase
next she sets the table
two cups and two plates
cutlery and serviettes
a jug of milk and a bowl of sugar
a teapot and the cake
that she has baked
especially for today

Words, words, so many words.
Where do I begin?
Where do I end?
What is my story?
Do I have a story?
Do I need a story?
Is anybody interested in my story?
It is only me who writes.
Words, words, so many words.