«To be the famous isn't attractive, / Not this could ever elevate, / You needn't to make your archive active, / You needn't your scripts to be all saved. / / Self-offering's aimed by creation, / But ballyhoo or cheap success, / It is a shame, if worthless persons / Are talks of towns...»
«To be well-known is kind of naive; / You're elevated not by this; / Taking good care of your archive / And manuscripts would be amiss. / / Devotion is the'goal of creation, / Not a success, and not reclame. / Without total dedication / To be a hero is a shame. / / But you shoul...»
«The murmurs ebb; onto the stage I enter. / I am trying, standing in the door, / To discover in the distant echoes / What the coming years may hold in store. / / The nocturnal darkness with a thousand / Binoculars is focused onto me. / Take away this cup, O Abba Father, / Everything ...»
«Noise had ceased. I've slowly come out / To the stage, and leaning at the door, / Try to gasp in echo's distant sounds, / What's prepared for me in my life's store. / / Nightly dark is strait at me a-leveled / By a lot of little glasses' eyes. / If it's possible, oh, lord of earth and...»