Lucky bastard 

 
 
"You're a lucky bastard, my friend!", I was told afterwards, humiliations, blue-purple wounds, life-slaps, soul-vulnerabilities: a miserable and broken youth, a terror network of the soul, a convalescence in a car accident! - 
It's not cheap, it's a real fortune and a good refuge for the human-hearted! Let's add that a chubby teddy bear lived through this from a vulnerability 
who could do nothing but compliment and romance in his own peculiar and cavalier way! 
 
Showering crocodile shells from himself, until the ugly duckling, the musk-animal of life, crumbles like a porcelain elephant: the living, desperate insecurity himself, which was worthy of comfort and cuddling! I found the compliments in the starry eyes of ladies, and the One and indivisible Whole may yet remain: in the metamorphosis moments of love's fulfilled metamorphosis, the immortal emotion that remains multiplies itself, and the round-finished biology: the angel winking at us with her baby face. - The inextinguishable reopening of life's possibilities, a transcendence that is soon shattered by the pathetic, old-fashioned consciousness of death, the fact that, buried, we ourselves become humus, the very ones who are the prey of the circle of existence 
eternity!