23. June 2020

I remember. Your fascination for me. Church walls, full of people. You couldn‘t even concentrate. Starring at me until I had to leave. I remember. This Sunday morning at 4 am. Me, the lack crow in the coat. Stockings and overknees. The black hoodie in my face. The drawings in front of these church walls. Me, creeping away. I remember. One of these rainy winter evenings. I walked across your holy house. Tears in the rain. All these questions on my mind. I have searched for you. I remember you....

06. April 2020

I lately watched your video, a Palm Sunday morning show of you and your wife. Me, your mistress, now ashes of passionate fires, forbidden fires. Intention of sin in your ideology. And then this scene of an innoscent couple, the ones who try to pretent what they aren't. You don't smile. It takes you a lot of effort to smile. You start explaining traditions, easter stuff. She interrupts you, full of her ego, full of her need for attention. Nobody would notice because everybody believes. But...