Do you know who I am?
You search for beauty, you long for passion,
you crave to feel excitements and thrills;
you need adventures, pleasure, heat, action...
Then I'll say farewell ~you're not for me.
You seek a partner to be there for you,
to have her company every day;
to prove without end that her love is true;
someone you're sure of ~I turn away.
You chase a shadow, a hopeless daydream,
a ghostly illussion to warm your heart;
need only feelings: no presence, no deeds,
prefer a fancy ~I'm yours for life!
July 1999
Reflections of the memory
I enter an old dark and dusty room...
There is a treasure hidden here somewhere.
I feel confused and lost, dispaired I turn
to try to find myself but I'm not there.
The wind pushes the door, the light comes in;
between the stormy cloud I see myself.
My eyes are closed, my smiling lips are pale...
I run across the room trying to reach me!
A mirror suddenly falls in my hands!
The image captured there I must evade!
And as the dust will briefly blind my eyes,
the shadowy reflection greets me and then
my eyes turn and fix on the ghostly glass...
In a second the room turns dark again...
April 1993
I, the queen
Since the day I was born
I just played my own tunes.
Life can be rose and thorn...
I discovered that soon.
After five winters I saw
that all my fairies were gone.
At ten I knew I was lost
in the jungle, all alone.
Love I was never thaught.
Being not child nor grown up;
having no home of my own.
Only whisper voiceless songs.
Fifteen springs had I seen
when I started to fly,
smiling only at my dreams,
searching what I couldn't find.
I tried to be a queen,
tried to build my own world.
The stars I tried to reach
without finding their glow...
Will I never be free?
Will the tears never stop?
July 1999
