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...a silk flower from Taiwan...
Like when
the air
liquefied,
from the sun
Gold
would have become
and the imagined thoughts
like screens
in the middle of the room
would stand,
to touch,
to hug
or also to :
into the desert.
Because, right.. the thoughts
are
free.
And the water,
that flows
yes, always on,
always and always,
forms small vortices
here and there,
that dissolve
or also amplify,
find together again
to greater force.
And grow like this
even
on a
turbulent flow
also so light
none
Flowers.
You can live with that,
clear matter,
you think,
you say >br /> and also trade
afterwards,
you have other plans
You are yourself
like the water
and the surf,
the storm tide
and the gentle ripple
on the surface.
You are the drop,
that the barrel
to overflow
brings.
And what do you care
so since the flowers,
let them bloom,
where they want to be;
is it then your business ?
What if the cows
all of them, grind them all off:
- Stork bill,
- Kitchen clamp,
- Fall saffron,
- Forget-me-not:
my ass !
Forget - my - not,
but I would know that,
pah !
It would be
their
Ruminants.
So and ?
Not yours No thanks as a gift,
that makes it nice among you
off.
Your structures
are others.
You're making yourself
every day
after the morning readings
on,
to go over there
on the street corner
your hits to the best
give,
in front of the always same ones
Listening.
Bidding test:
the best
from the seventies,
the eighties
and of today.
They're expecting you,
from avocado light wood boxes
from all parts
of the world
they gave you
lovingly
a small stage
carpentered,
an amplifier to it,
from cigar boxes
( Sumatra: dark leaf, selection, einsfuffzich ),
and fully ripe oranges =
Orange amplifier,
Retro and all...
The fan club stands
in fidelity,
we always cry
to the same
Digits;
and you give it your all to keep it that way.
Even you:
you're still crying At the same places !
Doesn't that ever stop ?
And, frankly:
No.
You used to be br /> afterwards gladly
gone with someone,
on a rollmop,
a ground pork roll
or a glass
Gdansk Goldwater.
Today make you /br /> such advances already embarrassed,
if somebody
a silk flower
from Taiwan
would like to give as a present,
( from requests like:
"may I give you 'mal
in peace and quiet
new guitar strings
wind up ?"
not to mention )
and you clear your throat -
exactly: the throat chakra ! -
strike you
over the right cheek
and you say, already
leaving:
"I can't today i am expected",
and everybody knows,
that it's only
half of it
Truth
is.
Arrived at home
you empty
your coat pockets
and the room floor
is with countless
Chestnuts
covered.
All from this year,
the collecting began,
than was apparent,
that there are special times
would be.
When it became clear,
that it's so
cannot go any further,
when you were
again and again
for help.
Than in front of your house,
as they say today:
"the people"
stood,
that needed to be "taken"
and chants
with always the same
Statement
up to you:
"Heart is trumps".
And you stepped to the window,
waving benevolently
and threw mild gifts
into the quantity,
what in your household
seemed dispensable.
Oh,
you can be so selfless.
___________________________________
A not at all selfless perfume,
but one,
that is capable of,
Decades,
to explain
and into the present
and the future.
The witness is And explainer And Prophet
Mythical,
filling in
and velvet dark,
big as a gothic arch
and comforting
like the sound of an organ
in the darkened ether,
into which the diffuse light
from outside.
The heat
flows into the cool rooms,
she exchanges
the peace that has become
on
into a vividness,
that the dark narcissus
again
light yellow
become
leave
can.
__________________________________________________
But:
it's a matter,
that the flowers bloom.
They will
still
to
us
tun.
the air
liquefied,
from the sun
Gold
would have become
and the imagined thoughts
like screens
in the middle of the room
would stand,
to touch,
to hug
or also to :
into the desert.
Because, right.. the thoughts
are
free.
And the water,
that flows
yes, always on,
always and always,
forms small vortices
here and there,
that dissolve
or also amplify,
find together again
to greater force.
And grow like this
even
on a
turbulent flow
also so light
none
Flowers.
You can live with that,
clear matter,
you think,
you say >br /> and also trade
afterwards,
you have other plans
You are yourself
like the water
and the surf,
the storm tide
and the gentle ripple
on the surface.
You are the drop,
that the barrel
to overflow
brings.
And what do you care
so since the flowers,
let them bloom,
where they want to be;
is it then your business ?
What if the cows
all of them, grind them all off:
- Stork bill,
- Kitchen clamp,
- Fall saffron,
- Forget-me-not:
my ass !
Forget - my - not,
but I would know that,
pah !
It would be
their
Ruminants.
So and ?
Not yours No thanks as a gift,
that makes it nice among you
off.
Your structures
are others.
You're making yourself
every day
after the morning readings
on,
to go over there
on the street corner
your hits to the best
give,
in front of the always same ones
Listening.
Bidding test:
the best
from the seventies,
the eighties
and of today.
They're expecting you,
from avocado light wood boxes
from all parts
of the world
they gave you
lovingly
a small stage
carpentered,
an amplifier to it,
from cigar boxes
( Sumatra: dark leaf, selection, einsfuffzich ),
and fully ripe oranges =
Orange amplifier,
Retro and all...
The fan club stands
in fidelity,
we always cry
to the same
Digits;
and you give it your all to keep it that way.
Even you:
you're still crying At the same places !
Doesn't that ever stop ?
And, frankly:
No.
You used to be br /> afterwards gladly
gone with someone,
on a rollmop,
a ground pork roll
or a glass
Gdansk Goldwater.
Today make you /br /> such advances already embarrassed,
if somebody
a silk flower
from Taiwan
would like to give as a present,
( from requests like:
"may I give you 'mal
in peace and quiet
new guitar strings
wind up ?"
not to mention )
and you clear your throat -
exactly: the throat chakra ! -
strike you
over the right cheek
and you say, already
leaving:
"I can't today i am expected",
and everybody knows,
that it's only
half of it
Truth
is.
Arrived at home
you empty
your coat pockets
and the room floor
is with countless
Chestnuts
covered.
All from this year,
the collecting began,
than was apparent,
that there are special times
would be.
When it became clear,
that it's so
cannot go any further,
when you were
again and again
for help.
Than in front of your house,
as they say today:
"the people"
stood,
that needed to be "taken"
and chants
with always the same
Statement
up to you:
"Heart is trumps".
And you stepped to the window,
waving benevolently
and threw mild gifts
into the quantity,
what in your household
seemed dispensable.
Oh,
you can be so selfless.
___________________________________
A not at all selfless perfume,
but one,
that is capable of,
Decades,
to explain
and into the present
and the future.
The witness is And explainer And Prophet
Mythical,
filling in
and velvet dark,
big as a gothic arch
and comforting
like the sound of an organ
in the darkened ether,
into which the diffuse light
from outside.
The heat
flows into the cool rooms,
she exchanges
the peace that has become
on
into a vividness,
that the dark narcissus
again
light yellow
become
leave
can.
__________________________________________________
But:
it's a matter,
that the flowers bloom.
They will
still
to
us
tun.
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