the woman i love
does not look like a barbie doll
no siree, she looks more like herself
(et comme elle est mignonne!)
lying in her tub, reading a trashy novel

different world-views collide rapidly
on the pages of a small local paper
ticinese sisters from the past say hi
as we travel into the old millennium

galateya, oh white one
how i miss you

back in munich, you were there
back in england, you were there

co. durham
north yorkshire

basel, switzerland

augusta raurica

you were there.

Hail Thee
Mistress of Judo
Pearl from dark waters
Of the Northern Sea
Let me be your Sheikh
From mediterranean
Lands
To Haunt U & Keep U
Flying Towards You
On my magic carpet.