white foliage
white trees
white day
and the clock goes on
and the clock goes on
and death on the way

white sun
white rain
white night
and the clock goes on
and the clock goes on
and the darkness is on the way

it's not too far
it's not too far
to live a poet
it's not too far
it's not too far
he can see it all

and the clock goes on
and the clock goes on
and the darkness is on the way
and the clock goes on
and the clock goes on
and death on the threshold

12.07.18

we are floating on the moon
swim in the sun
every day
and our eyes are burning
and our eyes sparkle
endless words
about beauty

we swim through the woods
we swim around the world
we are floating on the clouds
and our love
and our love is with you
has no borders
and never will

about the new day
about the last day
the future
we will always
together all to meet
we will always be with you
swim together on the moon
swim in the sun

11.07.18

leaves fall
in the smoke turn
smoke in the stars
stars in the smoke
and the night slips
passes like a lizard
and again my food
lies on the frying pan
and today I do
fried bread
I'm cooking bread
in an oven consisting
of water
as well as everything in the world

leaves fall
in the smoke turn
and fly across the sky
like a dark raven
and today the mirror
it broke
and purple
like sauce on the floor
spread
and again my eyes
sang like birds
like bluebirds
as the heavenly heaven

11.07.18

I looked in the mirror today
and again I saw the volcano
against the background of the ocean and farms

I looked in the mirror today
and again my eyes were yellow
on a strange bluish face

I looked in the mirror today
and again I saw myself
I saw a girl of future times

11.07.18

I knew
that the last day will come
that the first day will come
that all this is already
it's long overdue
that I was long in the last day
and in the first

I knew
I knew everything from the beginning
from the very end
my soul has always known this
she always knew
that I'm at the same time dead
and alive

11.07.18

bright yellow white fire
came from the blue summer
from a beautiful forest
standing
at my feet

and mine eyes were fire
and my heart and heart are singing
about the forest about the forest about the forest
I will build a house
in your soul

10.07.18

the ghost in the wasteland is buried
and night stars and night love stars
they burn forever in the sky
not even noticing my gloomy scream

funeral ghost
the funeral ghost fits
and time and hours are still the same and go
and also without noticing the horror in my soul

love and death love and death are one thing
and ghosts and ghosts go
play chess with us play and play
in the wasteland are just like that

09.07.18