I’m wearing the sadness all over.

Wherever I go, when I turn over,
I see the happiness I lived
Even if in sadness I believe.

It’s funny how the happiness is not enough.
It’s strange how sadness is not tough.
In sadness – I find treasure,
And I feel a great amount of pleasure –.

I like to struggle for the One,
Knowing it will never come.

And of course, I like to take,
Sometimes, a short happy break,
To laugh and to feel happy,
To feel free and then feel nasty.

So, I’m switching back to sadness,
The only feeling of persistence…

Oradea, 28.11.2002