We left it at that
And went outside for a stroll,
It's a beautiful life,
Where you can leave things at that.

Well,
Now what?
And whose it is all fault?

Well, I thought for a bit.
It was quite hurting.

We'll take it from here,
We'll bring it to there,
It has to be, well, somewhere.

We made a non-thinking pact,
And than you broke it,
You, thoughtful rascal.

We never know, friend, we never know,
To what we say "Oh yes!",
To what we say "Oh, no!".

We never know what we're doing,
We only see what we've done,
With a vague feeling of what to do.

We're going to the deepest, most beautiful corners of our world, to find something written on some surface and long forgotten since, and we are happy to see this artificial codex among all this beauty, forgetting about all this beauty.

we short-lived eternal love,
from below
and from above.

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

We went
Out for a stroll,
And got
Out of control.

   " A brief history of Humanity "

We went to the park with the strange trees,
We shouted at them and threw our hands at them,
Till yellow fruits began to fall down at us
And then roll down the equally strange yellow lawn.

We went to your place
And made it our place,
With little problems to face,
Like, where is my place?

We were dancing,
We were asking funny questions,
At some point, it was better than ***.

We will be forever together,
Unless you are a real person.

We will meet again,
Just to be the pain
In each other's ***,
Yep, that's us.

We will turn out ok,
But we would have just to stay
Long enough to turn out ok.

What are you doing?
- Dangling out of the window.
- Well, get on with it!

Where are you in this life?
You are invariably in this room, on this street, in this place.
Well, sometimes it's not really you and at other times new crowds are bringing a temporary room-sharing in.

What a strain,
To think
And to think again.

What a strange choice: hope or breakfast?
Hope for what?
And most importantly: what kind of breakfast?

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.

What do you mean
By asking what do I mean
By saying that it doesn't mean anything?

What do you mean,
How do you mean,
Why do you mean?

Nobody really knows, what they want.
Ask anybody loudly (a bit aggressively, if you must):
- What do you want?!
There will be an awkward moment of hesitation and then a tentative questioning back:
- You mean, right now?

What happened on the island,
Will stay on the island,
Until it's water under the bridge.

What happened to the cups of tee,
With smiles and cookies,
With balconies for looking at the see?

What if you loved me?
Just imagine that,
It would be wonderful for you.

What is fair,
Is only fair:
Let me smile
Through the days,
Let me sleep
Through the nights,
All this new
And wonderful year.

What is hell for one person,
Is paradise for one other,
But still, people are getting married.

What is the meaning
Of spending the nights in bed,
Nights with no beginning,
Nights, that still have to end?

What is the purpose of your hallucinations?
- I'm not sure, I just have them.
- Are you reporting them to the appropriate authorities?
- ... I think, I'm hallucinating right now.
- You have to report it. And don't change the topic.

Is your book about some adventure involving twins?
- No.
- (Looking disappointed).

Words matter,
Feelings matter,
You matter,
The Dark Matter does matter, too.

What's happening?
Why it's happening?
Is it really happening?

What's happening, my dear, what's happening,
Why the directions are inversed,
Why oceans are scared of deserts?

What took you so long?
What's left of you now?

What would I do without you!
(thinks)... Actually, a lot of things.
(goes away and never comes back).

When I close my eyes,
I see myself with the closed eyes.
It's somehow defying the purpose.

When I meet a human stupidity,
I am feeling sleepy,
And on some days,
I am asleep all the time.

When in Rom, do as the Romans do, -
Ask yourself, what are you doing there.

When I think,
My thinking's result
Is invariably "Oh no!"

When the band begins to play,
I stay,
To understand the meaning of the day.

Where have you been, lately?
- At different pains, mostly.

Where I come from,
It was going nowhere.

Where I come from,
It was going nowhere,
So I'm not going back.

Yes, where?

Where are you going?
- To be fine.

Whether the weather is good
Or whether the weather is bad,
Whether the people are hungry
Or whether the people are fed,
This world is still mad.

"Who are you?"
Is the most tricky question
I had ever to master.