|The Show for the Circus, for four hardly seen Bodies and for the crowd of Spirits|
|Nodding off to sleep on a plush
horse, on a playground roundabout he dreamed that he was empty
and happy and flew into the void with his back to the wall of a whirlpool...And then the road
comes full circle... Capricorn starts to sing...Time travels in both directions...
God looks in the mirror - Black and empty - And a heavy rain falls...
...the game of children and giants gives the meaning...
There is no sin in war. There is no sin in love
I am mother. I am father. I am a part
I am the whole. I am a fool
I am hope