little people dancing on the roofs in funnyshoes and slightly grimy sweatersthey catch snowflakes into their tinymouths and scream aloud some dumb refrains.who knows, they may be like magicians: as proud of themselvesand very cosy. The...

you'll count the stars and name them allfrom the pathetic one to humbleyour eyes through mine are being smallas flickering as tired rumbleforget the empty arguments you, foolthen i'll suspend my doubtsthe palms of mine are bein...

it's nice to be aliveto count all freckles on the foreheadand hum and howand put the lightsinto a yellow cup before it.it's nice to be alivedespite forgetting all your figuresat least you have your broken mindin tip...

collect the tender stares of people with wide open arms,they are much better to recount on nightsthan to do so with sheep.they are much better to warm up the lights,the invisible glowworms into motley light bulbs.they are much better t...