THAT WEEK WAS JUST A TEST, A SPECIMEN

MAYBE SHE SHOULD CHANGE HER MIND, MAYBE HER HEART TOO

SUNDAY MORNINGS OFTEN BREAK SPELLS

SKIN LIKE ICE, ICE LIKE SKIN

SOMETIMES DISTANT, BUT ALWAYS PRESENT

A RADIO FROM THE FLAT NEXT DOOR, A DOG BARKING ON THE STREET

SHE WAS TOLD TO GET HER OWN HOPE

SHE LEFT HER HEART IN SOMEONE ELSE'S HANDS

LIKE A SOAP OPERA, WITH A FORGOTTEN BEGINNING AND A YET UNPLANNED END

NOTHING LEFT IN HER GLASS BUT THE RUINS OF THE ICE CUBES

HEART AND GOLD ARE THOSE TWO WORDS

WHEN HER HAIR GOT CAUGHT UP IN THE RIM OF HER SUNGLASSES

THE SUN BEING MALE, THE MOON FEMALE

WHILE ON THE PHONE, SHE WAS ABSENT-MINDEDLY DRAWING STARS ON HER SHEET

THE EYES OF DECEIT ARE ALWAYS WATCHING AS WELL

MOUNTAINS MOVED, HEARTS UNBROKEN

SHE DIDN'T MIND THE CRYSTAL, BUT COULDN'T HELP WANTING ALL THE GOLD BACK

SHE REALISED SHE COULDN'T EVEN NAME A SONG BY BOB DYLAN

SHE FORGOT HOW TO TUNE THE RADIO TO OTHER STATIONS

THE WIND IN HER DYED, CURLED HAIR

LANGUAGE 5 CAN BE FRENCH, ENGLISH OR GERMAN

LAUDABILE MAIORUM NOSTRORUM INSTITUTUM EST

SHE REMEMBERED THE FIRST TIME SHE HEARD THAT NAME