I Want More Of This Feeling -

The Feeling Of Sunday Is The Same Everywhere, Heavy, Melancholy, Standing Still.

I Want More Of This Feeling - Fire And Wings.

The Last Time You Were Happy About Nothing; The First Time You Were Afraid About Nothing. Which Came First?

I Hated The Mountains And The Hills, The Rivers And The Rain. I Hated The Sunsets Of Whatever Colour, I Hated Its Beauty And Its Magic And The Secret I Would Never Know. I Hated Its Indifference And The Cruelty Which Was Part Of Its Loveliness. Above All I Hated Her. For She Belonged To The Magic And The Loveliness. She Had Left Me Thirsty And All My Life Would Be Thirst And Longing For What I Had Lost Before I Found It.

The Musty Smell, The Bugs, The Lonliness, This Room, Which Is Part Of The Street Outside-this Is All I Want From Life.