Dancing through shops selling stationery,
buying books and cards, looking at second-
hand clothes, dressing up in Victorian finery,
playing with various personalities, but in the
end I shall just be me
Waltzing to a restaurant, lunch with Rudi, on
his way to Lüderitz, I shall wow him before he
leaves, let him remember me passionate next
to him, he will hurry home to see what I have
for him, I want to envelope his soul
Hold his heart, make him the happiest man
in this country – in the world; if he feels as
joyous as I do, there is no way of
stopping us from experiencing
ecstasy…
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