It’s being out in those cold winter nights just to return to the fire place & the love inside. And the it’s night strolling again. The beautiful circle of a rambling life where nothings counts but going away & coming back again. Leaving & arriving, captain. Leaving & arriving, buddy.
haha, ay, Fritsch, buddy, if I’m ever re-incarnated I want to be Silke – she’s roaming and strolling and fighting and killing whatever’s moving at the Hacienda, and then, pal, then it’s the quiet of the fireplace and Kaptain K’s lap