Spooked by a two headed snake,
a double of a living person squirms...

Do not open this dirt file of
the suspended time. It reverberates...

Be with me
in this zone of pain...

That satanic streak
of tireless undressing...

The restless legs take you,
weightless, to marshes...

Where was love
in a dewdrop and rose...

Have not asked much,
still attached to you with subtelities...

There was peace
without scapegoats...

A perfect solution
was never found. The question...

I will not play
for you...

Why the jasmine was
now becoming sensual...

We cannot think alike,
and we cannot listen together...