Tag: Germany

I was prepared for I didn’t know what
Maybe they can give him something to settle him down
Shut up, and from here on out, stop marching on!
You are not a simple soul and have no business being here
My first mistake was waiting for a lift
I couldn’t think of anything to say so I kept quiet
Hiding your beauty behind strange vowels
It was not a story to pass on
I took them along a bumpy track
She put her hand on his shoulder
No one goes home empty-handed
His wife had just told him she was leaving him
Freedom was what they sought. Struggle was what they had lived through
He left a trail of sawdust wherever he went
And if you get lost, just look for yourself
He shook the man’s hand. Moist was the word
He knew how things worked again
His body was somewhere it had never been before
For him the green of the field was a magic light
He was always too willing and nice, too considerate, too generous
Happiness might come the way of early morning
He never spoke anyway, so how could he have said anything wrong?
And then he took one step closer
He wondered whether he had counted right
There is nothing in his world but himself
Life had moved on and left you behind floundering in its wake
I don’t think I have ever felt more alive, he thought
Your soul has become architecture
I’ve never stayed anywhere else for any length of time
But you know? Time is heartbreaking
If you surrendered to the air, you could ride it
You think I don’t know how to walk when I want to walk?
Come here. I want to show you something
I just want to get out alive and breathing
When night came he just sat, at the foot of a tree
It moves and changes from one kind of black to another
Some just empty. Some like fingers. And it don’t stay still
There’re five or six kinds of black. Some silky, some woolly
You think dark is just one color, but it ain’t
Through the blast of the gun and the picking of his pocket he slept like a baby
Look out, womens. Here he come. Huh!
He works quickly and with an air of extreme concentration
The man smiles when he sees that
He feels as if he were forgetting something
At home, the man sits with his eyes glued to the front door
But how could it have taken me so long to recognize my own self?
One day the man wakes up and finds that he does not feel like going to work
This afternoon I came here and buried fifty books below the water
We felt afraid
And in the morning the land was cut in two