And suddenly I thought.
It was a frightful moment
Of a sudden thinking.

Not everyone is Shakespeare, and even Shakespeare
Wasn't Shakespeare, until he was dead,
Which is quite sad.

I came, I saw, I thought,
I thought again,
This thinking is a real pain.

The king is dead,
The queen is still quite pretty,
And not the other way around.

A curious comet approached the Earth,
And hesitated, back and forth,
Before becoming a shooting star,
From afar.

The oceanic waves exploded,
One after another,
Dynamited by the gravity.

What a stupid year,
Oh dear, what a stupid year,
Nothing properly works, only few things are fair,
I'm longing to wake up in some other year.

Follow the sandwich.
- Not the white rabbit?
- No, follow the sandwich, always follow the sandwich. You might get lost, but you'll never be hungry.

I know words,
I saw pictures,
I've been around.

I am sorry,
Is it all right,
For me to be always
On your side?

To have a strange feeling
About a weird situation
Is normal.

There are concepts
That I am not prepared to comprehend,
Like not having a good coffee right now.

Why are you not talking?
- I 'm smiling back. It's my talking.

I am not your medication,
To fetch me
And then put me back.

This is a scary world with very scary people in it.
Just look in this mirror.

My escape from this horrible nightmare prison was all planned out with vivid details.
But then I woke up, and that kind of ruined everything.

The situation is developing as we speak,
Instead of doing something about the situation.

I think,
That I will like what I will see,
And that will be the end of the bargain.

Lose yourself to me,
And you'll find us,
It's so much better.

The stage was set.
We were both born. Our rather happy childhood in this blissfully forgotten by the usual disasters country could begin and be rolling throughout the years ahead.
I know the current outcome of it now, but anyway nobody's eager enough to go back to change a thing.

Let the light fall
On the surface of your soul,
And wish your soul a good night.

I'm a kind stranger from the neighbourhood,
I will help you to see me more often,
In the shadows of tomorrow's lights.

Our history is the best history in history,
It's a great history,
Let's do it great again.

I will close my eyes,
I will go in a lockdown
Of myself inside me.

We are all good people,
But then we're running in crowd,
And the world is this crowd.

It is profound,
It is very profound,
To be born,
To be lost,
And then to be found.

The point of "No".
Return.

Gardens are full of dangers,
With all these snakes, all the apples,
Gardens are troubling for us.

An intensity, a closeness and a directness
Of making these scrambled eggs with you together
Is the best point so far.
Well, we'll see.

Let's get sentimental,
Let's hate each other
And then go out together.

My life is a textbook,
Full of print errors,
Written in an obscure Chinese dialect.

I was thinking and feeling,
Suffering and hoping,
Sometimes I managed to eat something, too.

I like to be understood,
Loved, given money, being found funny,
In no particular order.

We shouldn't be throwing the deep-frozen pizzas
Through the hot air of this arid desert,
It's too surreal.

I got my chance,
I put it in a jar,
I lost this jar.

I think, the answer is "maybe",
But I'm not sure,
I'd rather not rush.

The little underwater window
Is giving me a light,
But not yet a hope.

Sometimes, I would lose myself in thoughts, so I would be found days later in a tropical forest of french Guyana.

Nothing is normal in my life today,
Everything is usual,
But nothing is normal.

You made me a salad
Out of lemons and rose petals,
Naturally without dressing.

Not much is frozen in August,
Only some looks,
Only some pizzas,
Only some pictures on screens.

Give me a break and an another beer,
I'll pay only for beer,
Although I'll enjoy the break.

I caught my reflection and tried to hold it down,
It struggled ferociously
And finally got away.

Our relationship is going nowhere.
You too, you are going nowhere.
It's a stalemate.
Please go.

Come to me,
Hug me,
Look at me,
Smile to me,
Be with me,
Stay with me,
And don't disappear, when I open my eyes again.

It's so tempting to be disgusted,
To moan,
To criticise every man and his home.

Enough is enough,
Unless it's a bag of chips,
Or basically something to do with humans.

There's a rumour,
That some rumours
Better not be believed.

To lay down and feed inside
The fading memories,
The growing weirdness.

An occasional scream is quite helpful,
To concentrate on thing,
To keep curious children busy elsewhere.