Tears And Laughter, They Are So Much

They Never Lynch Children, Babies, No Matter What They Do They Are Whitewashed In Advance.

I Had Little Talent For Happiness.

That Passed The Time. It Would Have Passed In Any Case. Yes, But Not So Rapidly.

And All These Questions I Ask Myself. It Is Not In A Spirit Of Curiosity. I Cannot Be Silent. About Myself I Need Know Nothing. Here All Is Clear. No, All Is Not Clear. But The Discourse Must Go On. So One Invents Obscurities. Rhetoric.

I Am Still Alive Then. That May Come In Useful.