- Good afternoon, are you selling a heart? - I have one left, hurt...! - I can't take it, I have two--- one hot, and one cold! I talk to others with the hot one... In front of them, every day it is as it is; and to the cold heart the services for me they remain, do you know why? Because every time I happen to be close to someone in the dust-sunk crossroads, I stare into the cold heart, and there I find the right path... - But leave that, are you selling your hands? - I am selling, but alas they are cool...! - I already have them, freezing! I need thirsty hands, to caress tenderly, and embrace firmly, to lift everything high into the heavens, and not helplessly hung to the right--- to fall, to drag on the ground... - Lastly, I ask, do you have eyes? - I'm selling two, but it's a pity they're blind...! - I'm looking for them, they won't show the colourless views in my ridiculous days! With blind eyes, I will see better where and how lies intersect, when hands are actually hands, and how hearts begin to love…!
