dezbraca-ma cu totul de cuvinte, si lasa-ma goala, ca atunci cand m-ai privit prima oara in ochi. (epilog) in pestera arde cuvantul, degetele-s scrum a tristete adanc, mai adanc, catre tine -nicaieri catre mine- niciodata,
I find myself in Kuweit, smoking on a couch, in the middle of my life, on a road I have no idea where It will lead; maybe I am a bit nostalgic about myself, maybe it's because I'm all alone and the light is dim while my eyes still hurt.