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...this soul twisting...
Like when you
as a lonely caller
in the desert
already for weeks
to nobody
would have penetrated
and in doing so
literally
would have lost your voice.
No longer able to make a loud statement,
you're just more
dependent on body language,
and that,
what you do most often,
is to shrug your shoulder.
( How do you actually shrug your shoulder,
when you can still talk?
Say, "mmmh or
- i don't know,
-one side-other side ,
- fuck it?" )
Good.
N
ur,
this is
another topic.
So, like I said,
a lot to say -
and mute,
become.
Das is
already quite different
happens,
welcome to the club.
Over there,
the neighbour,
( the one with the twins -
how old are they now,
they'd have to be now
also soon
come to school -
have come,
at least in,
i'm gonna say, "Br "more normal times..." )
so, like I said,
that one,
the neighbour,
which now says
namely
also nothing more.
Sure,
you think
maybe:
"that's it,"
with this nonsense,
which they also always
isn't that wirklich ein loss..."
Is that allowed to think like that...
Anyway:
if she doesn't want to
or can,
you know it
even
not so exactly.
Her mouth is closed,
and the only thing,
what you can hear from her,
but also only
in the Stille
the velvet night,
when it is very. very quiet,
is that she hums.
And with a lot of imagination
you might think so you hear
"Heal the geese."
The last one,
what was real,
and what to do
heard from her,
was,
than they do in the summer,
on a very mild evening,
on the balcony stand.
In one hand
she was holding a glass,
in the other one a fan,
with which she waved air at herself -
it was still a good 30°,
in the evening,
around 11 pm,
imagine that -
the view glassy,
a questioning smile,
smug and from far
gone;
so, it's,
fans,
drinks
and
sings:
...I know what I want On an empty beach
be alone with you
And do everything,
what you can do to two
And no thought of us
remains unsaid
Nothing is adjourned
I know what I want..
And about her own
Touching
she blushes slightly,
puts the back of the hand
in front of the mouth,
like she wants to
the words
have taken back.
Und the thoughts wander,
and the memories come,
at times,
long gone.
Not to be recorded,
the
Into this soul twisting
the neighbour tears from above
open the window,
yelling that he now knows too what he wants, namely: sleep -
and that's when it breaks
then completely from
in her singing,
all
innocent
Deprived of passion;
and the sober everyday life has it again.
( And the good neighbourly relationship,
of course that is now also in the bucket...)
So she turns around
and goes into the apartment,
where no one is waiting for her.
From then on she became mute,
and one can only assume,
what was on her lips,
when she was very short,
before she went in,
looking up at that summer starry sky...
this beautiful starry sky
________________________________________________________________________________________
Such a beautiful scent !
You should like flowers
and a sense
have for timelessness,
at it,
that some new things
their reference in Altem
and find what you know
and thereby honor her.
"Bella Donna"
is classical in the best sense;
...it all fits.
Yesterday.
Today.
Morning
Very flowery,
self-confident
and with high presence.
It's a beauty
________________________________________________________________________________________
Cat Stevens
Teaser and the firecat
How can i tell you
1971
2:10 - 2:42
as a lonely caller
in the desert
already for weeks
to nobody
would have penetrated
and in doing so
literally
would have lost your voice.
No longer able to make a loud statement,
you're just more
dependent on body language,
and that,
what you do most often,
is to shrug your shoulder.
( How do you actually shrug your shoulder,
when you can still talk?
Say, "mmmh or
- i don't know,
-one side-other side ,
- fuck it?" )
Good.
N
ur,
this is
another topic.
So, like I said,
a lot to say -
and mute,
become.
Das is
already quite different
happens,
welcome to the club.
Over there,
the neighbour,
( the one with the twins -
how old are they now,
they'd have to be now
also soon
come to school -
have come,
at least in,
i'm gonna say, "Br "more normal times..." )
so, like I said,
that one,
the neighbour,
which now says
namely
also nothing more.
Sure,
you think
maybe:
"that's it,"
with this nonsense,
which they also always
isn't that wirklich ein loss..."
Is that allowed to think like that...
Anyway:
if she doesn't want to
or can,
you know it
even
not so exactly.
Her mouth is closed,
and the only thing,
what you can hear from her,
but also only
in the Stille
the velvet night,
when it is very. very quiet,
is that she hums.
And with a lot of imagination
you might think so you hear
"Heal the geese."
The last one,
what was real,
and what to do
heard from her,
was,
than they do in the summer,
on a very mild evening,
on the balcony stand.
In one hand
she was holding a glass,
in the other one a fan,
with which she waved air at herself -
it was still a good 30°,
in the evening,
around 11 pm,
imagine that -
the view glassy,
a questioning smile,
smug and from far
gone;
so, it's,
fans,
drinks
and
sings:
...I know what I want On an empty beach
be alone with you
And do everything,
what you can do to two
And no thought of us
remains unsaid
Nothing is adjourned
I know what I want..
And about her own
Touching
she blushes slightly,
puts the back of the hand
in front of the mouth,
like she wants to
the words
have taken back.
Und the thoughts wander,
and the memories come,
at times,
long gone.
Not to be recorded,
the
Into this soul twisting
the neighbour tears from above
open the window,
yelling that he now knows too what he wants, namely: sleep -
and that's when it breaks
then completely from
in her singing,
all
innocent
Deprived of passion;
and the sober everyday life has it again.
( And the good neighbourly relationship,
of course that is now also in the bucket...)
So she turns around
and goes into the apartment,
where no one is waiting for her.
From then on she became mute,
and one can only assume,
what was on her lips,
when she was very short,
before she went in,
looking up at that summer starry sky...
this beautiful starry sky
________________________________________________________________________________________
Such a beautiful scent !
You should like flowers
and a sense
have for timelessness,
at it,
that some new things
their reference in Altem
and find what you know
and thereby honor her.
"Bella Donna"
is classical in the best sense;
...it all fits.
Yesterday.
Today.
Morning
Very flowery,
self-confident
and with high presence.
It's a beauty
________________________________________________________________________________________
Cat Stevens
Teaser and the firecat
How can i tell you
1971
2:10 - 2:42
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