I place myself

Stuck in a cotton ball  

Extrusion, I look at your palace

The king has left

An impression on my skin

Injected sounds of Hampi

I cannot see 

Myself in his eyeballs

Dreams have told him

My thoughts are still

In the tram, in the garden

Why do they eat
Never without warden

From a golden platter

I place myself

Under the bridge

Playing
With forbidden sweets

Will I find back

When the children have left

The house, empty it stands

On the edge of a hill 

Behind a treeline two birds

One has lost its feathers

The other lost its feet

Will one carry the other

In flight and in defeat

I walk into a golden tunnel

Melting in its heat

Teach me 

How to reach the surface

Teach me, the mystery repeats