The Marriage Twists, Holds Firm, A Sailor's

Being Sixteen In The Pants I Died Full Of Questions

Let God Be Some Tribal Female Who Is Known But Forbidden.

The Stars Are Pears That No One Can Reach, Even For A Wedding. Perhaps For A Death.

And The Aura Of You Remains, Remains, Remains...

I'm Hunting For The Truth. It Might Be A Kind Of Poetic Truth, And Not Just A Factual One, Because Behind Everything That Happens To You, There Is Another Truth, A Secret Life.