Glueck im Ueberfluss

*die Strofe ueber Andre und Steffi
bin vor freude ausser mir,
gerade im Prag!.,. doch nich bei dir,
war es nur ein traum, ein kurzer augenblick...
der schimmer und zeit die verfliegt
ist es die liebe, die ueberalles siegt
und der moment wenn ich mich in dir fange
will langsam mit dir untergehen,
so friedvoll, volkommen kanns du vor mir stehen,
schoen das es dich gibt, auch wenn gerad nicht bei mir!

*die Strofe die Albi Friedel widmete
das musste jetzt einfach mal sein,
fuehl mich doch manchmal so allein,
trozallem auch mit dir zusammen,
doch viel weniger als ohne dich,
denn mein wunder du bist, ja, ich liebe dich!

*paar Zeilen von Freddy an Albi
ich weiss nicht wie mir geschieht,
ein gefuehl das verzweifelt verflieht,
ein sonnenschein, die sterne in der ferne,
der mond geht auf, und wir sind nicht drauf...
lass mich bei dir sein, denn ich bin das wasser und du mein stein,
der fels und die brandung!

*paar Zeilen fuer Bianca, die ich kenne und ihren Geno
das leben kann so unfair sein,
im zeitraffer des theaterstuecks, was truegt ist der schein...
die waren gedichte und geschichten bleiben nie verborgen,
zusammen haben wir uns sicher und nie mehr sorgen..
was war, was wird, was gerade ist,
so viel zeit vor uns und keine einreich-frist!
am strang des lebens ist nichts vergebens
solange du mein bist und ich dein
fuer immer zusammen und nie mehr allein,
kann das leben doch nicht so unfair sein...

*fuer Stephan und seine Steffi eventuell mit y
ein klavier spielt, der vorhang geht auf,
wir mitten drin, auf der buehne des lebens...
tausend und in einer nacht spiel ich dir das lied von uns
unserem heim, kann das sein,
glueck im ueberfluss, ein fass geht auf,
und wir mitten drauf, mitten im leben,
die wahre liebe kann es wohl doch geben..

*ein paar reihen fuer Markus und seinen Schatz
komm erzaehl mir etwas, plauder auf mich ein,
versuch nicht zu wenden, lass das leben leben sein,
denn nur so ist es lebenswert, lebensfroh und schoen...
traume werden wahr, unedlich gross und dauerhaft,
ich find bei dir trost, schweerelos, zauberhaft, liebestoll,
das halbleere glas ist doch mehr als voll!!!
fast wie der mond ueber uns und unser stern,
komm her erzahl mir was, ich habe dich doch so gern...

*und zum schluss was Dzenan schrieb
heimlich, still, einsam... ziehen wir uns leise zurueck,
einsamkein traegt sich viel leichter zu zweit,
sind wir denn wircklich soweit, dazu bereit???
jeder findet sein tempo, sein weg und sein schein,
ich sage nur das volkommene in zeile und reim,
doch habe ich mein ende des weges noch nicht erreicht,
dich noch nicht gefunden, trozallem Glueck im Ueberfluss
viel mehr als verdient, viel mehr als man braucht,
doch viel zu wenig und auf dauer und ewig...
alleine Gluecklich zu sein, der trost ist der schein und die frage
kann das sein, sehe da
sie steht vor mir!

Die Liebe findet man oder sie findet einen und wer sich seiner wahren Liebe nicht versperrt hat, so bliebe sie ihm auch nicht verwehrt. Sie kommt und sie geht, doch ist es die Liebe, die eine whrhaftige, so kommt sie immer zu einem zurueck und ist immer da, auch dann wenn sie nicht da ist!
Also meine Freunde, Prost und auf euch!

une petite poème pour approfondi le langue

Ce n`est pas la fille dans cette photo!

Je ne conne pas du chant grégorien
Comme ça je passe la soirée chez Sylvain
Je lui dit ma petite est comme de l'eau
Quelque fois ce n`est pas suivi
Quelque fois c`est trop…

Aujourd’hui elle est toute noire et blanche
Et complètement colorée le dernier dimanche
Elle parle à peine et moi je comprendre rien
Mais quelque fois ça c`est bien (hihih)

Je suis comme un chat noir
Et je continue comme ça
Je parle et je parle toute la nuit
Je suis dans la chambre le soule brui…

Et Sylvain, il reste tranquille
Il jusque allumer le radio
C`est La Tordue avec son poteau
Il chant son daddy was a “Bank robber”
Et son oncle un fameux bricoleur..

Mais je n`écoute pas
Je veux qu il comprendre qui est ça
La jeune fille, ma petite novelle
Et lui... Il reste tranquille
Et lui… Il est tranquille

*
et voila une niveau 2 - ça ver dire 8 an vieux . peut être 7 …

Faithfully story has been written

Somehow this German feeling all over me
No it s not a feeling of eating ;)
Also not of drinking beer
It s the Goethe deep impact that I fear

Sometimes there Jesenjin s standing in front of me
And I look in the mirror and ask myself,
Could it bee???

Than some days later Petrarca knock on my door
Before I open I felt down to the floor..
And ask myself again and again...
Is it faith?

Or just that story that has to be written?

*

Ich fuehle mich geborgen, geniss es, es ist gut, das Glueck, der Trost... Ich bin ausser mir, kopflos, sorgenloss...so frei und bereit, so liebestoll, troz allem Ueberfluss, gehe ich ueber die Naegeln barfuss, komm fluester mir ins Ohr, immer mit dir sein sollst du sein, nie wieder allein, ein Zuhause, dein Heim – komm mit mir oder lass es sein, ich komm schon klar, truebe Gedanken um uns rum, gerad darum,... hab dich endlich gefangen, komm, halt mich doch nur ganz kurz, nur ein bisschen, bis wir einschlafen im Glueck und Ueberfluss...

*
It s to early, to give up
I can borrow you some pain
In this faithfully night
the moon s shining but there s no rain.

When the stars look down at you
hug yourself
When the tears come over you
ask yourself

Is it realy the story that has to be written
or faith
Is this happening to you
or just a dream?

It s to early to give up
To late to run away
I hate to say it
you could fight, but you have to stay...

It makes no sence,
you feel like atacking me
but it s selfdefence...

I have to say it!
It s just like we are
like the story that has to be written,
I hate to mantion it
but it s already written...

All over again

It is not posibble
But if it would be
I would do it all over again!

Once more..

Withe golden leters, the poison with your name on it.

The faith
To be brave
Is like a little ship on the big sea
It s only the point that a point in it
I cannot see!

I am happy,
Am I?
You are happy?
Are you?

In my soul,
You have turned on over
Million candles
And than it was gone...

Just once again, once more
One more time?!
Just to tuch, feel and to do it!
If I could…

But I can t – the God I trust
But the God I am not,
Just a slave
Of his own faith!

Of the dream we use to dream...
Of one promise
and his way!
Just a human,
Only a slave!

And nothing else over it.

Voila une heure

j'te donne la plume pour qu'tu dessines
la plume pour que t'inscrives..
la plus belle vie qu'tu construire
la vie comme miel,
La vie est belle.

J'habite au premier
Une chambre sans vue,
À la prochaine et en santé (hein)
La semaine ou la rue.

J'vis toujours des soirées avignonnais
Rendez-vous devoir les halles
Du café de la paix ou le thé
Je t'attendrai...

Je pose rai mon journal
Sur mon bar devant moi.
Si t'es en retard,
Bien sur - tu as françaises
c'est j'vis toujours des vis avignonnais.

Je t'attendais, mon amour.
Je t'attendrai toujours,
Je t'attendais, mon amour.
tu as françaises ça c'est sur ;)

J'entendrais, mon amour.
Et tout le monde autour...!

voila une heure
que je t'attends
voila mon cour prudence en sortant
voila une heure
et une bouteille de la rhume avec du miel
La vie est beaucoup du connerie
mais aussi la vie est belle...

Sittin and beeing egocentric

Once, long time ago there was a gril, pretty blod and her room mate with the same name...

I told you once love me two time
it would be not only fine
it would be the last time
it would be like the finish line...

But have you listen to me?!?!

The guitar is playing a solo
we are playing a dance called "kolo"
I came to the town and than I drove away
And I just let you stay..

I wanted to take you with me, but you?!?!

Would you come with me?
I just say : "One, two, tree.."
Than I was gone, just passed by,
It was the feeling I have never try...

Before?!?!

Someone called it love,
someone desire,
But it was the feeling much more, much higher,
It was the delicious taste of a paradise apple,...
Doing somethin forbidden, doing somethin so wrong -
the feeling we felt was so strong,

but was it love or only my illusion for more?

And now I have to say you my little blond -
Girl you gotta love your man
Take him by the hand
Make him understand
The world on you depends
Our life will never end
Gotta love your man...

Marie

#Marie#

BOnNe jOur m(`) aMouRe,
tU as la fiLle GlamouRe,
avec un(E) gRande CouRe..

Tu as l`eLeganCe
de tout lA fRance
peTite fleuRe de pRovaNCe
et MOI!!!
Je suis l`aRogance..
un garC(,)on comme en tRance.,

mais je suIs desolée, car tu preferéeee, la creMe brouLee - (K) qu` moi!?

Et a lA fin j`y va en caféE,
le restó cHeZ moNe, pour CouiSiner et pour manGeR..

...Les TataloNtes, les GeRamont, les MedalLionts eT tous les vins blanc..blanc de blanCCC..

Voila une po^eme, de boeme
avec l`ecriture horror ;)
but....what should I say...
just
Marie

confessing why I like spring

the poem for you Magdalene-Sophie...

...there is a bottle of vine on my table; the music I listen is the music you should listen to. The sky is clear, the temperature around 15 degrees Celsius, my fingers are running to ketch up the mind the words that overrun my feeling but this poem is only for you my unknown cherry...

I know you would not come,
But like a bird in my hands you jump up and down..
I share this night again with stars,
and make you the owner of my trown..

I don t know how to run away from the dream
I don t know if someone could loving you like I do,
Like a summernightdream you confess,
even if we don t know us, it s truth!

This night neither would nor hurt so much, so elusive hurt
if someone would loves me like I loves you!!!

I know you will not come,
I know tonight you could feel the smell of strawberries,
I know you will not come,
I know this dream will never end, it s done...

And there is much more than this I know... It s just like the poetry from Halil Dzubran (also translate in English) the blue fire. the man from Istanbul spending his whole life in New York...I even don t know where you are from, but tonight and only tonight this love song is for you, from me to you my unknown love, my only one, my Magdalene - Sophie!

I don t care that you are not the moon,
not the white swan,
not the person on my right site...
and my bed is much bigger without someone on my right...

So empty, deep felling alone,
It feels so much, but never like home, because home...
is there where you are, where you will bee!

my white swan, ma Christmas tree, where should it be?? ?where? All water follows tonight only you, and one day - when I will not bee, one day I am gone, everything is done, one day, maybe you will write a poem for me, the little fish that even without knowing you, just say it s truth and babe someone out there is loving you!!!

This poem is from this moment the ownership and propierty of the person calling her Magdalene-Sophie! All Right reserved 2006 to Magdalene - Sophie

Dzenan Sehic

Blue proem at the end of the caravan

" The time to hesitate is through
No time to wallow in the mire
Try now we can only lose
And our love become a funeral pyre"
*Doors 1967

The time to hesitate just passed by
No time of love stands behind,
Try now and become my,
And our love will stop exist just in my mind...

Can You see?
Close your eyes, what s in your imagination?
It s only me
It s not such a funeral deviation.

So take the risk of our life,
There is much more sensuousness

We could be five,

I guess.

In a despaired land, with a stranger on your side? What s in your mind, is it luck? what you find? Do you search, what will you see, passing the gate of the heavens church, is there, somewhere, somehow a picture of me, Is it truth - It s me what you see, babe when you close those beautiful eyes, rock crystals, the blue proem at the end of the song - It s just you who belong to me, It s just me who belongs to you, It is the end? the end of despaired land, take my hand and follow the caravan to the end, I will lead you out from the death land, just take my hand, because I give you my hand and my whole life, too..

Take a ride with the wind,
take a swim in the cold blue sea,
Close your eyes and what will you see,

It s just me.

The dark and me

Me and the dark will come together to your lips, to your sweet, Spanish lips, the dark-red Spanish cherry lips, it will be me and the dark together, and we will stay forever, we will not go, never, but you will be like ever, just neck with the head, look by side and say:” however!"

I will throw behind my shoulder my old coat,
Outside there is no rain, in the bar I am drinking, alone,
Only passenger, just one missed train.

When I light two cigarettes instead of one,
unknown woman will ask to sit next to me,
Is it important who was wrong, when you are gone..
That s also faith - or it can be.

I know all my little faults, that I because of you make ever and ever, will it be like this forever? Nothing is bringing you back; far away I let my heart for all time long at your place, to wake up neat you, somewhere in the not real world, somewhere, not by me. All harbors in this world are my home, from one point to other I am sailing, walking, flying just to find what I have loose long time ago, and on my way I break one by one more hearts than a man have ever done. In hope to tape up my broken heart!

is unboundedness evanescently

...we are all frail, and the infinity belongs to unthinkable and unuttered deliriousness of our dreams. The earth stays forever; the sun is going down and going up, only to go down again. The wind is striping to the west, turning to the east, moving fast to the north and coming back to the south, only for starting again his turn. All rivers flowing to the see, the great ocean, but the ocean is never overfilled. And where the water comes from it goes back only to make once more the circle of moving and life. And nobody can say that the eyes have not seen enough and that the ears have not listen a lot at all everything and enough .What happened it will happen again, what was do it will be done again. And there is nothing new under the heavens roof. Even not the love. Everything was before us here, just nothings left in the memories of past, like in the future the memories will not exist, only that what will comes after us.

Once you are dreamily in your dream,
you walk on air and see a silver lining over you,
make a wish, throw a coin in the stream,
the big river of faith, love and truth.

I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, and even the awake succeed not.
It’s strange since last time,
the book in my hands, hands so cold, heart so hot,
it’s just a moment a really small line...

eternally , headless, stunning and formidable
but so small, to absentminded...

instantaneous is good, instantaneous is right,
daily routine is important to people like you,
we don’t swim with the river, always we fight,
because we are alone,
even if we want to admit to, but it’s true

...

During the deviation (schuss) we try to amend the course...we are gaping the infinity, we are proud, so big, so small, so frail and so insubstantial that we say we instead of I. We are such incapably to accept, how frail we are, that the time is passing by, that the stars witch we see even don’t more exist like this, the feeling turn around, the head is in quarrel with the heart and all this is just a thinking of millenniums multiplied by aeons compounded by infinity. And nothing more, even if we try to call it love and to understand it. And the words I spoke to You are words spoken to myself, turn around and go again to you only once to come back to me again.

to pick up a tune / guitar

On the right site of my bed there is nobody,
On the left side there is someone...
This someone maybe I could be,
You are not here, so it must be me.

It feels like to keep watch,
there are dreams, there are so much..
And the right words in dreams may come,
But there is nobody when I come home.

The right words I remebar to late,
And in the end, in this end full of faith,
There will be a week completly different,
With the last day number eight.

But it wouldn´t hurt so much if I would know if you have someone on the left side of your bed.

The big fish poem

amazing, terrifically, mellifluous, inimitably, admirable, lovably, seductive, irresistible, a heaven made by parchment, a moment created by impenetrable feeling for pleasure, it’s not pain that you deserve, it’s the heaven on earth, that your life after this life has to be just like the second part of a beautiful movie...will be the doings and the words that you can except from a big fish..

Moments of unbelievable pleasure
Are the memories treasure
Somewhere behind your tears,
somewhere under your fears,
There will I be.

A few questions I have to know
I just want to hold you close,
to feel your heart close to my
to keep you by my side, I’ve to try
So that’s where I will be.

You takes my breath away
If it’s only my life, I’ll pay...
like under water I see it in slow motion
Is it love? It’s more than one emotion,
and It’s only one!

But the big fish will understand,
he will not wait, he will stop, he will stand...
stand behind,
somewhere in your mind,
NO, in your blood I will be.

You really know you love somebody ,
when it is too late.
You really know that you love someone,
When the one is gone,
but the big fish knows it now.

Is it just such a feeling,
You do act in good faith,
because faith can move mountains
but when the big fish`s gone
You cannot make profession of a faith.

Because you know it is truth,
everything I say,
You know it is truth,
everything I do,
I do it just for You!

And there is no time, that can heal the wounds,
You doesn't know your meter and bounds.
After I am gone, after You stay alone,
After the moments of unbelievable pleasure
The moments that are erasure...
You will be always my treasure!

Do You know why?

Nobody can save me - but you,
I’ve never dream that I meet someone like You,
It’s strange what foolish people do,
It’s strange what I do, because of You,


The biggest fish every alive has say once:

"Every woman is a mystery to be solved. But a woman hides nothing from a true lover. Her skin color can tell us how to proceed. A hue like the blush of a rose, pink and pale and she must be coaxed to open her petals with warmth like the sun. And the pale and dappled skin of a redhead calls for the lust of a wave, crashing to the shore so that we may stir up what lies beneath and bring the foam and delight of love to the surface. Although there is no metaphor that truly describes making love to a woman, the closest is playing a rare musical instrument. I wonder does a Stradivarius violin feel the same rapture as the violinist when he coaxes a single perfect note from its heart? "

My sweetie is the best

pa pa ram pa ram pa ram...
My honey, sweetie, she is the best,
like the sunflower, she is happy every hour.
Like the sun she is,
Like the moon and I feel the stars
when I receive a kiss.

She is below the light of god,

and it is a feeling of happiness
that everyone feels,
It’s like if you would have wheals,
and just a road strait on...
Like the melody of Yan Thiersens` Amelie
Song number eight,
It must be love - just there,
around me, everywhere...
My sweetie she is the best, and when we disputing,
I just know very well, few moments after there will be a firework all night long, As long as I know where (I) she belong(s)!

foreordnation

Time lapse and one Midsummer Night's Dream,
There is now a river, before it was a stream.

I can t trust my eyes, you just aquiline the rainbow,
Before it was the ebb, and now it’s the flow.

I want to see my world in a grain of sand
like the heaven in a wild flower
Just to hold infinity in the palm of your hand
and eternity in an hour.
(Remake of a William Blake poem - from 'Auguries of Innocence')

unseenly You are,
Not here, somewhere so far...
So far away from me,
But when I close my eyey it`s your face that I see. Do You see me, when You close your eyes?
You have to know that You are my hearts device*

*device = in this case - emblem

Have You somewhere someone who count the stars for You, during You sleep, have you somebody who carry You on cloud 9, the 7 is not good enough for You... Is someone there, when You need him, is he there when your wing hurts??? I go the way without returning just for You, even if I don’t know You, if You are probably not real. But I can’t help myself, I am just a stupid fish and this is the right what I feel!

mendicant and the belle

...Harvest, foliage is everywhere, maple syrup I remember, under the old oak I saddle down, and there were you! Like two doves some people may say, but we were like a dove and a hawk.

you can sue me, but you just disturb,
my bags are jam-packed, that disturb you,
the road is calling again, it called my name,
it is not your fault, it’s just my blame.

Solace you cannot give to me,
Maybe you don’t want, or you just can’t...

Thousand and one night are waiting for me,
so why should I stay,

We know it both - the moment will come,
and you would say go away!

So I decide to go now, I don’t know where,
I don`t know how, but I know why, I know it, I feel it,
this harvest the color of the leaves is gilt,
Just like you, just like you.

But still I am fond of you.
It’s just the line of least resistance,
I still love you,
It’s not a confidence...

So why should I stay, why not go away,
We both know what will happen if I stay,
We know what we are afraid of if you don’t say go away,
We know it...

...Harvest, foliage is everywhere, maple syrup I remember, under the old oak I saddle down
but you are not there.

Alone, again I am.
A passenger passed by,
I nod my head and say to the old woman: “Hallo Mam!"

ta ram taram

I ever never everwill watch the same picture in my head,
I will walk over the river to bring you some water and bread.
black riders comes over the hill,
I will fight against them, yes I will!

I was searching high at the top of the mountains,
to give me your name, where the sky touch the ground,
I was searching deep down at the ground of the see,
and look what the angels have give to me!

And now I don t give you back, never ever,
I will keep holding you in my arms forever.
Because it was you that I found, turning heaven and hell around.

So let the riders come to me, it s death what they want
They want you, but they will find me!

Haiku

The old, Mexican calm plays our song.

The players get up and sing our song.

Dos almas, dos personas, dos historias.
Pero solamente un momento pero solamente la luna está brillando.
Pero solamente nosotros estamos cantando para estos dos amantes.

We keep dancing...we keep moving.
An old, Italian woman stands up and she sings.
She sings because of us...only us.

Sugli alti mari, c'è una nave.
Una barca di amore.
E due amanti che ballano su di esso.
Le due anime che si amano.

So they keep dancing...
Only two hands and a voise from Portugal
seems to be with them.

Ele viu o seu há muito tempo atrás.
Ela o viu. Era sobre esse barco.
Era amor.
Ame nada mais apenas metters.

Et c'était le moment magique. Tout était là. La signification était fausse. Il a dit en anglais. Elle a dit en chinois. Mais ils ont compris parfaire-vous.

Und da war schon der Anfang. Die Liebe erbluete, der Moment verschwand, doch neue werden folgen - in anderen Laendern, in anderen Sprachen...

But the language of love was the only one that they need!

boon and bane

Pevaj, druže, nek se vrate dani I negdašnje naše zore plam. Nek poljupcem ona druge hrani, Preživelo đubre, divni šljam Ljubomoran - zar da sam na tebe? Zar ovakvog da me snađe jad? Naš život je - postelja i ćebe Naš je život - poljubac i pad. Pevaj, pevaj! Ruke neka mašu: Kobni zamah - kobi će doneti … Čuj … nek idu svi u … pivsku flašu … Nikad, druže, ja neću umreti. (Sergej A. Jesenjin)

You harlot, frigging strumpet, woman, you beautyful woman, you damn creature, whose fortune she is now, this little, cute, blond waste, litter of my life...

So many years just trown away, lavished moments, but I will not kill myself in alcohol and pain because of one hussy,
of a scraped girl, that I love so much more than ever,
I hate you whore and I love you forever!

to be in anguish

They told me that you cheet me, they told me that you leave me,
they told me that you have kiss another one,
but what really hurts is how you ve treated me.

You are not more yourself...and I ve long time ago agreed to be whatever you wish,
but you explain your going saying that I am selfish..
There will nothing be left when I am gone, completly alone!

Dont belive my words tonight, every second I will offer you more, much more...
Don t kiss me tonight, there will be thousends tears, but what for?
My heart is giving you more than I can give to you, that s the true.

Because of me you will never cry,
Because I am gone, like if I where never there,
satori, relieving enlightenment comes always with delay!

accidental

By mistake I´ve fall in love to the wrong pearson,
I trusted in the signs,
that has to show me the right way,
Nothing else metters, just follow they say!
But at the end of the holy road, there was only you.
So close, but so far away;
I decide to follow, but I shoud stay.


You have take me to the place I love,
You have show me the world, the whole beautyful world...
But still, sometimes I feel like I don`t have a partner,
You kiss this feeling away,and when You are not there,
The filling of loving You just disappear.

Can you understand and feel these words,
this divinely words I say,
I whisper in this summer night, and to God I pray
to help me loving You, just like You loves me.

Momentan - instantaneous

(one guitar, one great player, one night, one song, one star on the whole sky and one person near you my little one..I hate to say it; but it s probably me).

The sun will not got lost,

because it gone down...
And because of shore recension
we will not get lost in an other dimension...

It s the perfect sunset,
at the see isn t ebb, a little low tide,
it s the flawless flow,
so explain me plese why shoud we go?

You can give me over hundrets reasons,
it s because you are so bright,
But you need the car and who has the key?
I hate to say it; but it s probably me.

I will give you the keys, just drive away,
but it s the perfect moment,
maybe you should stay.

(after you can sue me for compensation, I am accustomed to libel and slander, but stagnation is death, I just keep going, I just flow up, flow down and flow trought the life and his moments, sufficient is not enaught, it s too litle... so there is one guitar, one great player, one night, one song, one star on the whole sky and one person near you my little one..I hate to say it, but it s probably me)...

I fight for you

With stupidity the gods themselves struggle in vain
You have to forgive me, nobody is out of pain,
No one is perfect, except of you
I had seen you, hallo; I love you!

You loved me too, long time ago,
I ve never dreamt that I lose someone like you,
I ve never dreamt I would meet someone like you,
But tonight I ve to go...(gone and close).

But save tonight, the fight will not break up like this,
I don t give up, easily like this, I don t go whitout a kiss,
whitout a promise, that I will come back..
I will find you, I will never lose your track,

So just go one, don t wait for me,
I will not lose you out of my eyes, also if I close them,
the moment maybe will be gone, this one...
But the other will come...

So like me!

unreliable

Some how I don t know how

there was this song,
the words that belongs to you,
destiny can t go so wrong.

When you love a women
you tell her - she is the only one,
but you was differently,

you was more than one.

when you was there,
around me - somewhere.
I was like a dolt,
my heart said yes,
my brain shoot the bolt...

So there was you,
and somewhere was I,
that I love you
I realized with delay.

Orifice

My house is in the end of our village,
about me you could heard a lot off
But what do you think is true?

My childhood is sleeping there,

My darling also,
And you!

My village exists just in my dreams,
And sometimes I just stand up
And follow a train of thoughts,

To be real, to be true…
To be like a ferry tale,
Only me and sometimes you.

But my village doesn’t exist,
And you are also not real,
And the only thing that I feel…

Is Orifice

Desuetude

I go damage like if I am made by glass.

Outside like a car very clean and new.
Inside if I am go to seed,
like the fool I am.

But I still smoke, drink and try to love.
or try to be loved...

fuck theese words, theeese so powerfull words, fuck them....I put down the stars for her, suck that stars, her and all the people I combated for her, kick them, give up my darling or not my darling, or just break it up, all the idea of love - tonight NO LOVE MY DEAR!!!fuck you, fuck the last drink and fuck this fucking, stupid word - FUCK!

But You are still there, sweeter then any where,
better than enytime,
why you don´t belong to me... why YOU are not mine!

With obvious pleasure

One day before the big rain

I seddle down to downtown.
Voluptuous is the first word,
witch explain,
what I thought when I saw you
down standing in that rain.
But this doesnot happend today.

One day before the big rain
When I seddle down to downtown
You wasn t there like the day after,
so I felt nothing,
even no affectionate sense of pleasure,
Because I didn t know that I will find
so soon my onlyone and real treasure.
But this doesnot happend today.

Today is that day when you feel like a wheel, just rolling, rolling, rolling on in the darknees of our future, when you feel like a butterfly, so frail, so perishably, so not even there.It a feeling of understunding of existance with obvious pleasure and the feeling just to be there, even if you are not!

Most insignificant

Don t ask and don t beliefe

when they told you that I am sad
and alone.
Don t beliefe when you heard that I am drinking
alone in a speakeasi.

It just an "amber" in life,
this little yellow circle, witch said:
NOW OR NEVER,
now or later...And I like to drink alone!
It s not the question of You.

Groggily

I put down the stars from the sky
Just for You not for I - It has to be your pleasure
NOT my!

Maybe it has to be like this!
I bought you flowers,
I wacked me with people,
I gave you my last kiss.

I was a smuck, a blithering idiot,
but you girl are really crazy,
to not married me..

Your life will be like florescence,
like a brimstone butterfly...
in the end there is just you and him.


There is no You and I
and it has to be your foult-
not my!

Finally slipping

You have get me, but what I have obtain?
You will vocate me, desert me, leave me...
It's not my destiny, I feel so tiny,
so minikin, so wee, so without you.
But I had chose to not or to be with you.

I agree to be everything you want,
my mind felt down and feel now like blunt,
as a moribundly plant..

Because you never invoke me.

I don't exist for you?
I not consist?

I am not there - that's the point.
That's the cause...
Cause - effect - chain and I am not in.

Are you my deuce or am I the fiend, the devil?
Or just prissy?
What I have found is the plase between your mind,
It' s the place unlocated in your soul,
they are the words witch cover the hole
deep in my heart!

Uxorious

lynacy is the world witch delineate you and I

insanity depict what I felt when I saw you (matutinal)
on this early, gray morning.

The headline caught my eye this moment,
is she the only one?
The headline caught my eye this moment,
can I live without you?

I can't afford to lose you. I can't afford to keep you,

faraway or by my side...beside!
So I have to choose, so I have to decide.

Is that what we had really phantasmagoric?
dreamlike?Is it true to be a real vision...
Or is it just ebb and flow? Like an U2 song?

Absence and entities

Today I found out what the world is,

Today I found out what agreements means
to the most people...

To people witch are not me!

And it was, because, one has underwhelming me
with the words he said,
with his thought that he thought.

Then he remember rewordet than me!

It was the entities in absence.
It was a disarming smile of a stranger,
smirking, that I didn´t recognized.


Detection means to being human,
blasphemously...
distractedly,
and in the end
aboard.

This is what i have learn today!

Fade and Innocence

I laid me down upon a bank,

In a city called Beauty.
Where Love lay sleeping,
Where I may beeing human.

I heard among the rushes dank ,
In the city still called Beauty,
Where Love lay sleeping!
Where I may weeping...

Then I went around
try to touch the ground,
of Innocence...
But I found myself,
There on the ground;
Feding, beeing human
And I understood!

For the first time in my life
That the life is good..

It let me starve
without attendance of Love.

without You!