Cooking simple things,
I love Coffee...

Afternoon touches,
let our emotions float free...

It is Sunday morning...

I cover myself in darkness
Pulling me back...

I am walking in fragrances
Small impressions from you...

Talking: alone with the stars.
Often I stand outside...

Saturday afternoon in grey
Feeling is blocked wish to stay...

Sometimes my name has no point
like I don't belong...

Missing
To find your lips...

Even I can't play a piano
I can feel the rhythm in the music...

Revisiting my family, by looking at old photos,
missing the best part of me, all their kindness...

Sadness at a funeral
Standing without knowing the language...