… Sterniz. Tlkerj. (sound) Green Sleeves.
At this time in the evening, you can`t be so smart.
It’s painful. My eyes are drunk, they spill over, and blur.
I can’t seem to know what to drink either.
Are you going to the fair?
Should I let him go, to the church thingy with that sweet girl of his?
Yes, this is all very well.
There must be a good book somewhere around here.
– Where is my idol today
– Do you have one?
– No heroes, no idol, no super-duper star to admire?
I do not want to be… unrestricted, if
possibilities are triggered by limitation.
I cannot find the book, in my cornflakes bowl.
Leave me alone with my reading.
Sad maybe but even more disturbing.
I saw this Dog Child in a passing car.
(Sitting in the front seat.
Hair or fur covering the face.
Hands on the dashboard.
Was it a child that looked like a dog or a hound treated like I child.
I now, sometimes dogs is like children to people.
Sometimes people treat their children like dogs.
Something like this, I have never seen before.)