Something Came Out From My

One Realized All Sorts Of Things. The Value Of An Illusion, For Instance, And That The Shadow Can Be More Important Than The Substance. All Sorts Of Things.

Yes, I Am Sad, Sad As A Circus-lioness, Sad As An Eagle Without Wings, Sad As A Violin With Only One String And That One Broken, Sad As A Woman Who Is Growing Old. Sad, Sad, Sad.

Even The One Moment That You Thought Was Your Eternity Fades Out And Is Forgotten And Dies.

Everything Tender And Melancholy - As Life Is Sometimes, Just For One Moment.

I Have Arranged My Little Life.