Our passions drank us unconsciously

by their trembling flow

into every first leap of love.

Tossed passions

sea-kissed and starlit

into our life’s innumerable kilometers

making us crazed and underdogs,

hermits and street-urchins,

prostitutes and bank robbers,

drinkers and chars,

strangers and beggars

who take their steps where they want

as a bearing and foundation

of every undisclosed adventure.

Blissful are those who seek

together the kingdom of magic

to inherit their passions as a suntrap

and not as tasteless and colourless splinters

of a vague future.