Gudzwi: Fat catch. Fish and chips.
Gudzwi: Play it again. It sounds so good.
Gudzwi: Le vent nous portera. À deux.
Gudzwi: Diamonds are a girl's best friend. About truth and fallacy.
Gudzwi: The secrets of my garden. Sweet seduction.
Gudzwi: She gave me a smile. Finally.
Gudzwi: Are you sure? Is this how I measure how smart I am?
Gudzwi: A bit weird. And unhappy?
Gudzwi: Watery and withered. Maybe I should try again.
Gudzwi: Definitely not rigid. My memories of South Africa.
Gudzwi: The secrets of my garden. Busy bees.
Gudzwi: The secrets of my garden. A simple cross.
Gudzwi: Long shadows and bright spots. The year 2020.
Gudzwi: The secrets of my garden. Someone is stretching out his antennas.
Gudzwi: The secrets of my garden. Twist and curl or twist and shout?
Gudzwi: So in between. Should I stay or should I go?
Gudzwi: Kick your thoughts away. With heels?
Gudzwi: If it would pricks? Or is it just tickling?
Gudzwi: Squaring the circle. There is a hole in the world.
Gudzwi: The secrets of my garden. On the edge of red velvet.
Gudzwi: Look around with nuts and bolts. Pretty confusing.
Gudzwi: Would only be stupid if I close my eyes now. And then open and suddenly you wouldn't be there.
Gudzwi: Cuddle clouds. A promise?
Gudzwi: The effort to catch. Pink sheep.
Gudzwi: Fall in love. Even if it doesn't fit together.
Gudzwi: The secrets of my garden. Midsummer night's dream.
Gudzwi: If you kill this love. You really gotta twist the knife.
Gudzwi: Two. In complementary harmony.
Gudzwi: Gummy stuff. Simply flattened.
Gudzwi: The ease of being. In the summer light.