on grief, on tragedy; You paint the pictures you want them to see. I'm just a dark star, inhabiting a silent void, Spinning in the darkness, orbiting
know anything, Knowledge is merely opinion? She opines, over her Cabernet Sauvignon Vis a vis Some unhippily Empirical comment by me ?Not a good start
laugh towards the holy wheel She will provide us with answers And the light Then again we are swept in Another darkness ...only he who asks becomes wise Home - with stars
Vertaling: Vis. Dark Star.
In the far east there lies the soul of a man left behind His silver wings they still shine in the pacific sunrise Under the shroud of night He gave