there is a wall that runs right through me
just like the city, i will never be joined
what is this love? why can i never hold it?
did it really run out in the strangers' bedrooms?
i
i have decided
at twenty-five
something must change
saturday night in east berlin
we took the u-bahn to the east side gallery
i was sure i'd found love with this one lying with me
crying again in the old bahnhof
