all that is and all that is not is constantly changing
I am here you are there, a mirror draped in veils of oblivion
I descend into you Ariadne, on a thread woven
with paradisiacal subtext
You rise on my shoulders
into the darkest oblivions
letting words disappear in broken whispers
the evil in me an explosion on the roof of the mouth
the good in you a comfort and a shiver
and even if I die
my traces
will remain carved in your flesh
and the distant will embrace the near
disapearing in a vague undulation into infinity

I was born under the dictatorship of the proletariat
I grew up in a patriotic nationalist emulation
And as an adult I learned what original democracy means
I would like to grow old beautifully, naturally, without ideologies and wars
But I might die waiting for a solemn utopian peace
because there is no place left on Earth
where hatred does not sprout

maybe the earth will not die because of fungus after all
maybe the sky will still rain from water clouds
maybe cosmic radiation will stop in Van Halen belts
and will not bloom from human stupidity
so that our children's children
can also enjoy by the sky
the air, the rain
of sun

inside me
everything is well arranged
everything is in its place
and weekly I clean the dust from the display cases
and from memories
but taking into account that the years do not forgive
there are more and more places where I can no longer reach
and I watch with fear how this "inside me"
it collapses. slowly and irreparably

today's life is reduced to...
violence in its purest form
physical and verbal.
hatred has reached hellish heights
and everyone is looking for a hiding place
away from the eyes of the one next to them
we are so alone and naked
that even Adam
would cry out of pity for us if he saw us
all I do I love pure love
a flame, a burn
now I am nothing but ashes
and I let the winds carry me
who I was, what I have become
much I may have hidden
but now, it's over.
i give to the wind everything I was
a useless candle
and extinguish myself
in my own way

inside me
everything is well arranged
everything is in its place
and weekly I clean the dust from the display cases
and from memories
but taking into account that the years do not forgive
there are more and more places where I can no longer reach
and I watch with fear how this "inside me"
it collapses. slowly and irreparably

I didn't even touch the heel of the frog
I am the most insignificant and invisible man lost in the sea of humanity
my head has no aura, my hands do no miracles
not even my mouth dripped nectar in the ear of silence
I'm such an ordinary man
so that even the definition of the ordinary looked at me strangely
I left the place at the top of the podium
for those who really
he deserves it.
I sink into oblivion
I dress in silence
and look at the sky
he's the only one who doesn't expect anything from me

and I gave. especially I offer love. I was full of love, trickling arround
but I received in return: indifference, reproach and hatred
that's how I found out that this life is a constinous struggle
and I tried to give. with hatred, with thirst
but I got sick
hatred was not for me
I hugged and built a wall arround me
that's the only way that I could deal with evil
and I began to give
an advice or silence
and it was night, and then it was day
and it was good
silence heals