The girl is singing loud in my ear: Let me love you !
…living the life is quite the opposite of being a stranger passing through its halls… in fact you know every stone, nothing is left unturned, nothing will ever escape your grasping senses.
Is it not that often you feel like something escapes in order to demonstrate you the opposite of what you think about yourself at a particular moment in time ?!
And the girl whispers let me love you !
Ruhe…
