Six days in a sudden euphoria so lewd,
and in the seventh I start to feel blue:
even I can't stand my change of mood!
I resent what I can't reach for true,
and all the beauty that maybe I could,
but I don't know how (not even a clue).
I need a friendly face as I need food,
and I'm still looking for something new.
I keep wandering alone and screwed,
up and down in this crowded avenue.