That’s him. That isn’t. Can you see that woman?

I see her, too, but from within. You, Agfa, who love scarlet,

look with me at that woman whom I see from within

and slowly get accustomed to the thought that there aren’t many women

like that and with another one, quite similar, that there are millions of woman like that.


Look at me, Agfa, while I still can turn round

and don’t have to be better than the previous me, because it’s always

me, because he wouldn’t touch anyone who wouldn’t be me,

in this, past and future life. Actually, I think

that I gave birth to him, Agfa, I actually think that I could have.