Da mir grade selber total die Ideen ausgehen und ich quasi nur noch für die Realität und nicht länger für die Kunst lebe, zitiere ich einfach mal Shakespeare.

Those lips that gods own hand did make
breathed for the sound, that said "I hate"
To me, who languished for her sake
But as she saw my woeful state,
Straight in her heart did mercy come,
Chiding that tongue that, ever sweet
Was used in giving gentle doom,
And told it thus anew to greet;
"I hate", she altered with an end,
That followed it as gentle day
Must follow night, who like a fiend
From heaven to hell has flown away,
"I hate" from hate away she threw
And sav'd my live, saying
"Not you!"

Eins meiner Lieblings-Sonette. Sorry, dass ich zuspamme...
:D
Mer-Yan