the days passed; but i didn't have anything to say here, so i said nothing
(not until the world changed again, tilting 45 degrees on it's rusty old axis)
and now, je suis ici avec vous, mes lecteurs. y he venido a contarles, les contaré todo...
i fell in and out of love like a seesaw, rationing care and tenderness like precious medicine
i turned around for so long i ended up at the begining, around and around and around and on
i do not know where i am now, nor what to do. and this place is far away from heaven
the sea swings and swings, like an iron gate on its hinges
i walked the stormy nighttime streets under the thin drizzle and orange lamplight and purplish clouds bristling with lightning, singing out loud german cabaret songs because it is what the living do
jetzt gehe ich allein durch eine grosse Stadt
the city was wide and lonely and glistening (und ich weiß nicht ob sie mich lieb hat)
while my shoes filled up with water
lassan sétálo, nincs az úton se háza, se szerelem, csak az eső...
may passed me by, with long long eyelashes and artless green eyes, with accents and new words, wet fingers and secret smiles. y risas y abrazos. thank you, merci, koszonom, danke, danke, very welcome laughing happy
i woke up and he slept still. doré et sans souci, softly breathing. i envied.
i watched her and her, as they danced freely through the streets raising their arms to heaven and i yearned for their soft bodies and wide smiles
their utter thoughtlessness
le ciel peut bien attendre.
(not until the world changed again, tilting 45 degrees on it's rusty old axis)
and now, je suis ici avec vous, mes lecteurs. y he venido a contarles, les contaré todo...
i fell in and out of love like a seesaw, rationing care and tenderness like precious medicine
i turned around for so long i ended up at the begining, around and around and around and on
i do not know where i am now, nor what to do. and this place is far away from heaven
the sea swings and swings, like an iron gate on its hinges
i walked the stormy nighttime streets under the thin drizzle and orange lamplight and purplish clouds bristling with lightning, singing out loud german cabaret songs because it is what the living do
jetzt gehe ich allein durch eine grosse Stadt
the city was wide and lonely and glistening (und ich weiß nicht ob sie mich lieb hat)
while my shoes filled up with water
lassan sétálo, nincs az úton se háza, se szerelem, csak az eső...
may passed me by, with long long eyelashes and artless green eyes, with accents and new words, wet fingers and secret smiles. y risas y abrazos. thank you, merci, koszonom, danke, danke, very welcome laughing happy
i woke up and he slept still. doré et sans souci, softly breathing. i envied.
i watched her and her, as they danced freely through the streets raising their arms to heaven and i yearned for their soft bodies and wide smiles
their utter thoughtlessness
le ciel peut bien attendre.
