I am alone with so many thoughts around me, people as reflections, the present is where I stand and the past is where I go. The increase in time is twice per time, a day is even more. The realization that everyone is me, that everyone speaks my words, seems unfair and wrong to me. I would like to tell what I see, myself as you and you as the others, yet this illusion will never change.

Through the days, I feel alone, only with that one of the two… a sorrow no one sees, and I want to let go, be the pain… but I can’t. Help my next life from the streets, take him with you, together… ask me to talk. Abandoned, people who hate, and tears that fade. I feel the breath from down my lungs going down, the fear of air gasps. Raindrops feel on my sides.

Death of life, fighting to the present, but the past won’t wait till tomorrow. Yet I beg for a day without worries. Am I that one time? Living for two, different from three, and many more. I am not, and yet one. I weep. I wrote in a language of love, for the last time. I sing with the birds along the chill of the lake, but the thoughts… they hurt me again. Defeated in death, high note, urgent help needed, but I can’t… because no one sees my form.

Tell me …
how I sin.

Tell me, tell me what
you know,
what you all know
to say about me.

Let me know …
Let me know.

That I am a sinner
and a redeemer
of my own light.

Let me know …
let me know.

Speak in tongues,
speak in all the tongues
of the world.

Let the Sun
and the Moon turn,
let Them turn
to Their own shine.

Let my sin be the
last one.

Let me live!
Let me take life away.

And tell me,
how I sin,
how I sin
in my life …
let me know,
let me know.

That I am a sinner
of my own light.

Let me know,
let me know.

That I live as a redeemer
in life … in the life
of a sinner.

Sinful,
I sin
in the dark.

I light for another,
I give light to
another and let it be.

Let me see, let me see!
How I can shine like the Sun.

Let me steal,
shine like the king
of light.

Let me turn,
let me turn
to my own shine,
Let me feel …
let me feel
what it is to be without.

She said 'goodbye' in two. On the wall of Rome I tremble. Running in the gardens of glory, and falling freedom, falling on her. I wave... always when the music plays. Softly on the souls along the apple tree. I roll on their hands and spin around, around and around their hands on me. Under the wooden apple tree, there is a soul's purpose on the hills. A voice whispers through the shadows, the note of the music turned into a ghost of sound. I hear her footsteps in the echo of the wind, carrying the sweet smell of apples, gone, but not forgotten. The earth trembles beneath the roots of the apple tree, its branches stretch out over me, grasping at what was held in my hands. The stars spin in the sky like memories, flickering in and out of sight, as if I were dancing between the past and the future. You are no longer in my life, you are ... gone from my life. Your shadow still hangs in the corners of my room, the silence loud; a heart that beats to the rhythm of the stars. You are gone, gone from me, my life ... I live in my life; the life of a familiar. And yet the apple tree stands still with a few branches of what I am not, its roots deep in the ground. Although you are lost to me, the sun still rises, its rays touch the stones we walked on, as if it tries to remind me: that all is not lost. Even in the silence, even in the pain, the music plays. It never stops.

Tell… tell me.
What you know…
What you all know
To tell about me.

Tell me… tell me
How I sin, how I sin
In the life… in the life
Of a sinner.

Yes, I scream it out;
Tell me! Tell me!
Who I am, who I am
In the life of a sinner.

Vertaal NL

The snow covered in pink-red leafs
Under a tree where a boy sits down
On his shoulders appear not one but two
Angels, one red and one white

‘WHO is it? WHO is it that we have here?’
The snow mirrors the sun in his eyes
And the leafs start to weave through
The face of the boy, dark and lights

Inside his head, the voices spread
Towards the angels of life and death
Red! Red! Red! calls the devil
White! White! White! yearns

The opponent of life’s angel
valling for grief and sorrow,
Not the one, not that one
At least not, for the one

Twelve points, two small stars, and one large star, three musical notes, two behind and one in front, a blue heart, a crown with five points, four pink gemstones, and four green gemstones, the sun with eight rays shining on a blue sky.

The sun shines golden rays on eight gemstones of pink and green within a blue heart full of musical notes, one in front and two behind, one large golden star, and two small ones.

A blue heart, two musical notes behind, one in front, an eight-pointed crown with eight two-colored gemstones, twelve-pointed stars in two small and one large, the sun with eight rays and a round shape filled with stars, three times golden, two small, and three large, three times three eight-pointed stars, two together and one apart.

please, tell me … how I sin. Tell me …
tell me what you know, what you all can tell about me. And please, please let me know when I sin with my life. Let me know …

let me know.

That I am a sinner and a convert of my own light. Speak in tongues, speak in tongues
in a world full of people with their own sight.

—
Let the Moon and the Sun turn,
let them turn to their own shine …
let them feel that they are a sinner.