Why not climb up the mountain

There is a spectacle and something is added to history.

Her rum-brown rope of a voice

Mother recited the Koran every night.

joined harmonising the best

senseless here’s the man with the crystal contractions

say i ‘well

I felt a Funeral in my Brain,

When my grandmother died

The term _transsexual_ does not

Hair–braided chestnut,

I do not wish to speak about the bulldozer and the

In this life, there are stars

We’d been squatting     near the worms

I have been one acquainted with the night.

I

Suddenly his shoulders get a lot wider,

your only

Of all the questions you might want to ask

WE HAD NO DANISH CHANNELS