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He was like in that old Hungarian fairy-tale.
On the breast; on that tender, rhinestone skin
He held the Sun and the Moon.... more »
"This morning, with her, having coffee.".
(Johnny Cash, when asked for his description of paradise)
A coffee stain on my desk; you left it behind,... more »
I am like those SETI-scientists,
clinging on radiowaves;
noise-melodies from outer space,
questing after truth with huge teliscopes... more »