for Yehia I am a rock breathing with the lungs of a lunatic …* a twenty first century teacher tying your shoelace *Adonis - ‘A Mirror for The Twentieth Century’
talk to me baby sometimes I lock myself up behind open doors... either I'm yours or I belong to the wind give me an excuse something I can swallow… don't worry baby, today is Sunday God is resting
there's nothing more beautiful than what I've never had-- I search for a full moon scratching the sea someplace between my pillow and my bed love was a bird on the wing wrapped around your nape
Nocturne I'm sad yet my eyes don't shed tears my gaze has drifted to the quiet end of the park my love is distant and my fatigued soul joins the mist of dreams… monotonous winter twilight waiting for spring the stars are sad, yet my ears vibrate to the expression of love... I'm horrified to find I am alone