Tag: colour

Die Kuh hatte ihm noch im hohen Alter ein Kalb geworfen
Gone fishing
I was trained as an astronomer
At this moment they are supremely vulnerable
I met a traveller from an antique land who said:
Two vast and trunkless legs of stone stand in the desert
This word, devoid of context, could mean almost anything
The rhythm of the conversation is abruptly lost
A woman is standing behind him
Ask questions that will be exceedingly difficult to answer
A spark pops across the contacts like a firecracker
I guess I am just shy, or something
But he didn’t know who Kafka was
He likes his monthly pay cheque and …
… pottering down the corridor for a coffee …
… and a natter in the canteen
He even likes the suit he has to wear
Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold
Thou hast no speculation in those eyes
Which thou dost glare with
Suddenly the pickup bell rings
My brother got me my first job
She remembered the bus ride back
I’m looking for my hat
I hear you had kind of a strange halloween
I don’t know …
… whether I looked confused …
… but I certainly felt it
They sat in silence for a moment
Being the obvious center of the universe
Round or flat, whatever
Others have become philosophers …
… arguing that nothing exists …
… that all is mirage
They have their own language
Know when you’re finished
All the rest is only life
Gone fishing
Heroes walk their own dogs
It had a faint Australian accent
I wonder if there are dogs on Mars
It never listens to me
He said her name once more …
… but she didn’t respond
One equal temper of heroic hearts
Made weak by time and fate
Few believe this explanation
Battle lines are being drawn
I’ll probably stay the night
So let me see where we stand