Blåjeans. [English translation]

Maybe it was a cloud

In your eyes the sky became grey

Mine are mistaken

For it surely isn't a tear

The sky is blue

Your eyes shrink like blue jeans

My eyes ache

They have both dried out

Maybe it was a dream

Maybe my brain is tumble-dried and emptied

Faded and washed

Otherwise I would have never forgotten

Maybe I have a shell

A hard impenetrable beetle shell

Of outgrown clothes

A little child who can reach the ceiling....

Why can't I get myself into your blue jeans?

• Artist:Kent