Monday, June 16, 2008


Lukewarm,
the weight of passion falls on me.
loving is to keep me running,
lifting and sweating, but it feels,
lukewarm.

i should explain, the earlier the rain falls, drenched;
patience is not contemplation.
moving the world in a closed room.
roam the desert of redemption.

long live the fireflies!
stay a bit longer, rainbows.
the resistance has to last a bit longer,
longer than any expectations.

lukewarm,
the canals of the Ancheron don't flow here,
erupt the torrents of change.
then clean us with white snow.
lukewarm, my touch is lukewarm.


is the playground rebuilt? oh? where's the sand? we live a life in synthetics.
is the city rebuilt? oh? where are the walls? we live a life in technicolor.
are the fields plowed? oh? where are the men and women? we live a life in mechanics.
without the sun, without the rain, without the moon,
with you,
i won't smile. I won't smile. ich wird nicht lächeln. .

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