They don´t know
how to create
a woman in one piece.
The instruction is lost,
...
There is a girl
with a red beret,
who loves to listen
to someone´s breath
...
The Sunset
I got my head
laid on your small breasts
and was talking
about death.
You were so tender,
you were combing my hair
with your fingers,
which became
a hot sunset.
And in the morning,
when the one came,
who we both are in love with,
we´ve seen each other
dying.