FRAU IN ROT

Spray-Mischechnik auf Pressholzplatte
100 cm x 80 cm

We were whispering poems in our souls
While we were drifting apart
Tightly hugging while we were falling
Down, down a little piece of our way

Sweat sticky blasphemy
A dying goddess
Obscene and exciting in her mad elegance
Bitter sweet our golden shame

I was howling with the devil – I believe I made him cry
I left him alone – I think she wants to die
I was howling with the devil – I believe I made him laugh
He left me alone – and took her away

Frau mit zwei Köpfen, Trümmer einer Stadt, ein Gehängter,
sich auflösende Vergangenheit

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