Lyrics of Life

The last, the very last, So richly, brightly, dazzlingly yellow. Perhaps if the sun's tears would sing against a white stone… Such, such...

A child with its ear to the rails is listening for the train. Lost in the omnipresent music it cares little whether the train is coming ...

Only a virgin can enter by a closed door her own bedroom in which everything that is called assurance has long smelt of masturbation...

Officially the heart is oblong, muscular, and filled with longing. But anyone who has painted the heart knows that it is also spiked ...