‘… I was there in the beginning
And I was the spirit of love
Now I am sober; There is only the hangover
And the memory of love

And only the sorrow

I yearn for happiness, I ask for help, I want mercy
And my love says: Look at me and hear me
Because I am here
Just for that

I am your moon and your moonlight too
I am your flower garden and your water too
I have come all this way, eager for you
Without shoes or shawl

I want you to laugh, to kill all your worries
To love you, to nourish you

Oh sweet bitterness
I will soothe you and heal you
I will bring you roses

I too, have been covered with thorns…’