After six years
You reappear and, speaking for yourself,
You summarize the waterwheel of your life in just a coffee
Finally healed
I allow myself the luxury of watching
Your strange hair and I think
You smoke too much now.
And you speak, as if I had asked you,
About whom you were taking revenge on all the time I was by your side.
And I don’t know yet
Why on earth you are calling me now
Your spoon shakes and that never looks good.
Tell, tell the truth
You haven’t broken any dolls for a long time.
After some months somebody adjusted me and
It’s been a little while since you set fire to me
And they have already blown the ashes
The ashes have flew.