Something from years ago...
Had a lot of this, when I was isolated, and lonely... destroyed very much of it also...
All the smells, all the colours of this world are fading away.
All the sounds exist in a loud echo of anger.
Birds – aren’t they supposed to be so soothing?
Sometimes I smell the evening, sometimes I smell the night.
A small symbiosis of beauty,
yet – however these things are perceived – they stir nothing in me.
But today everything is different!
All these moods stir up a brief hope, until in three hours’ time everything is the same again.