авг 08 1999
You are…
You are my truth
And you are my false
You are my morn
And my own sunset
You are the padlock
That locks all the doors
And the key
That opens them all
Unpredictable like the sun
and the rainfall
You are my life
And the death of me…
The loss of my sight
And my glorious treat
You are my love
And all I detest
You are my everything
I need to confess…
8 септември 1999