Everything ends. Nothing ends.

last day of the year

a very English year for me

London i´ll return

be assured

you have not seen the last of me

so much more to feel

so much of me that stayed for real

in you, with you

it was not always alright

i wasn´t

but still there was always light

there was Mornington Crescent

Libertines, tears and fights

you fed me, you bled with me

berlin is my shelter
berlin is my storm

you´re a fire

and I keep burning

longing

earning moments out of time, moments all mine

you´re an ocean of darkness, of light

a temptress of great might

my love goes out to you - you TWO

all I went through was to get closer

to myself, life, love

TRUTH

and i dance into the night

and i may lose a million more fights

but all is me, is you, is buried deep inside
and shapes bridges of great light


crossroads ahead
memories in dreams i carry to bed

and all is real

all is me and what i feel

a story to be told, petals to unfold

until the flower withers...

LIFE.