I have never seen the sky with bursting fountains of bombing. I have never seen that parade of stars coming down on the night city. Am I considered happy after all? Or have I missed something important? I have never, never in my life seen wounded children.
March 2003, Austria
When chaos rains? What happens in the chaos? It rains? My space is mine, But I don’t need it As I am alone.
It rains, and, getting wet through, I realize that I want to touch people Who are as wet as me. I want this chaos to stop.
May 2003, Austria