Loving is difficult

Deep in my heart longing to live in remote

it's your name into a curve bends

December trivial track down human

mind leads. Mother Earth plays with the weather

with frost sons storm

here and there a siphon. today, again,

the weather is mild, it messed up for a while

my thoughts. I have something in the morning

I write always, the night monster

inside me off drive them. I can play

dry land of deep-sea diver

week cycles were divided into small parts

Only your lap is good to have

whatever the weather. Perhaps too often

I'm on top of selfish.

I'm not a favorite child of Lady Fortuna '

still here in the middle of December

I hear the eternal endless sound

storm raging inside me leaps

hurricane is a very rowdy spot.

No one can love me,

at the same time the feeling of evil may vibrate.

The man next to me falls into tears

pulls a bottle of beer, then

a moment in unison and weeping,

a man is sometimes better moments

I understand, when she around

Cold wraps arises from sheep fleece.

The man is crying how difficult it is

inside the woman he loves is right

scattered, and the forehead is decorated with a suture.

We were the sins of why the microcosm,

and the gender stratified gay sapies

statistics broken could be a kind of hermaphrodite.

Then the world would have been quite

a strange sort of no-man's need

cry how difficult it is to a woman

The idea is that love

very strange kind.