When someone likes me,

it always feels to me like --


a virtue of his.

Our eternal love

started to blow and then it --


flew out of the bed.

I'm not free to go

into the woods, there's a free --


couple mating there.

If I were to fly forward
with my intuition, beyond the green
of the strawberry fields and the rainbow
stripes of the tulips near Amsterdam

over the transience of everything
far enough for an overview
and a glimpse of the Big
Secret of love in life

would I know better
what is good for me
or do I know anyway
and do I dare to trust myself?

Everyone's busy,

me too, if I don't take care --


and forget myself.

You're angry. No way.

You are! You quarrel, again --


you contradict me!

She took the blame and

between them arose a wall --


of elusive darkness.