Cathryn has a brown heart. She walks funny, and believe me, she is funny. I never laugh at Cathryn (or with her), but I laugh for Cathryn. I laugh at the thought of Cathryn, because, believe me, she is funny.
She has a light dinner (ground orange entrails), a heavy breakfast and a heavy lunch, because that is her way. Hidden or not, there is no meaning to this, because, believe me, I hate Cathryn.
En sån sol,
att kunna vila i en dag –
börja tidigt, frivilligt,
och se sin storlek som ännu obetydlig.
Strömma, sen stanna, andas, byta riktning,
och i allting, utan förvirring,
ännu inte känna sin omfattning.