Sometimes The Earth Trembles; Sometimes You Can

A Room? A Nice Room? A Beautiful Room? A Beautiful Room With Bath? Swing High, Swing Low, Swing To And Fro...this Happened And That Happened... And Then The Days Came And I Was Alone.

There Is Always The Other Side, Always.

Something Came Out From My Heart Into My Throat And Then Into My Eyes.

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

I Would Never Be Part Of Anything. I Would Never Really Belong Anywhere, And I Knew It, And All My Life Would Be The Same, Trying To Belong, And Failing. Always Something Would Go Wrong. I Am A Stranger And I Always Will Be, And After All I Didn’t Really Care.