1992. I like more when they love me...     

1997.  Sometimes I love after they loved me.....
 
                    To have or to love

                    I like to have....
                    we planted a flower
 
                    I like more when someone loves me
                    and it's bether when you loved than had
                    and lossed both...
 
                    All I have dissapears
                    and I feel no pain
                    not a stone lasts...      

             our flower sleeps
             in harth, inside of me,
             where all the others
             wouldn't even dream to be...
 
             it's far from the people,
             they can't find it,
             except me,
             and a broken mirror
             that can hurt him.