There Are The Lover And

Resentment Is The Most Precious Flower Of Poverty.

I´m A Stranger In A Strange Land.

The Way I Need You Is A Loneliness I Cannot Bear.

We Are Torn Between Nostalgia For The Familiar And An Urge For The Foreign And Strange. As Often As Not, We Are Homesick Most For The Places We Have Never Known.

That Was The Best Of All. To Speak The Truth And Be Attended.