Glamorousness, Antwerp will
Do a while without you on the scene.
Your boots are safe. Now sleep:
You can still be social in a dream.


And I want to be working with others,
Not cracking our heads about God and gold,
Despite not sharing blood, feeling ourselves brothers
Working joking waiting until the day is gone.



Accepting the limits of love,
It takes a lifetime.
The last moment before sleep –
I don’t know if there are limits to love.



Each week less than the week before,
Each week more than the week after,
Each week my heart nearer stopping,
Each week my heart further beating.