Not yet.

And this is all I have to say,

Don’t go away, don’t go away.

The streets of darkness glittering in vain.

Just let them be, just leave them be.

I soon will sleep, don’t let me fall. And this is all.

Don’t go, don’t go.

The bitter sweet, the angry sad,

Just let it slip, go down the drain.

I won`t complain, if you just stay.

I`ll take the garbage and the dirt, and all the lunches and the tea.

A single fly with all his legs sits on my bread.

I can`t complain, he likes it to, that’s all I see.

Don’t go away.

Just stay, just stay.



There is nothing in particular I would like to say.

Maybe? Please consider treating me like a rabbit.

Hiding under a bush. The wind confuses my sense of smell.

This shivering is madness, trembling every nerve.

Don’t know what I can’t do to be undisturbed.



Grey Iguana and orange juice.


Now for another story.

New and fresh like freshly squeezed orange juice in the morning.


“I am tired let me sleep.”

“Can’t you do that with one hand?”

“Yes, I can, pretty fast, even.”


Grey Iguana, sticking his tongue out to catch fly.