Hate

If I hate you then I hate a part of life, my life. And if I love you then...... All of heaven breaks loose, the heaven of the most righteous part of me. The heaven of life's love... Our love: Love seems to be the connection between the soul and the creator, the bright and the dark side of me (us). And I don't want to live in a place that doesn't exist, although a place that exists can be surprisingly pleasing and interesting, with you who are my dream. And you don't know who you are and I ask myself should she really be the one? And I tell myself she is who she is and she there in my picture, and I like to gaze upon my picture in her aspect. And when I look at her and find that I want to look at her, I need to know the place that I have for her, that is suitable and appropriate for as regards her, remembering that there is love in friendship and that it needn't be romanticised or sexualised.

The Power of the Lady 1 (or was it 11?

The power of the lady, when she assumes , she can overwhelm, she has no need to touch or even to look. She's been working on her relationship with herself. She is able to create beauty, albeit a very shallow one, but man is frail and so suggestible and will look upon her as she wishes him to.

The Power of the Lady

The Power of the Lady is her personal assumption, she doesn't have to touch or even to look, her strength is in her relationship with herself, she will assume a kind of beauty and attractiveness, even if it is a very shallow one, but man is frail and indeed she knows this and almost loves him in his frailty, in his suggestibility.

(almost) Renata

In the style of an older time
long before I was young
the day unfolds itself
like a morning that't reborn
and in the mist of its mystery
without threat and without home
I see you walking now
and you're walking all alone

I've tried defining the look of you
and the look you've given to me
and what you say in your European way
when the words do not appear
and then you walk out for the world to see
and for a world that has eyes
You are so beautiful inside and out

In the style of an older time
long before I was young
the day unfolds itself
like a morning that't reborn
and in the mist of its mystery
without threat and without home
I see you walking now
and you're walking all alone