Juice between (...) in the morning
Alcohol after hot dinners
Spicy snow in the des(s)ert
Onion with hundred sweet layers
Nut’s salty shell on the tongue

a violin (and) in a hard rock bed
a pendulum, a sword dangling above the big knot
a man who’s waiting for her, right now and forever
and she is filling again the suitcase with her filthy life
for another fligh across the inner clouds