Tag: Germany

How far are we from Manila?
I said that in my youth I had been a rebel
I have a mission of immense importance
I am an artist of the unobserved life
Hotel rooms are not sanctuaries
Why don’t you tell me all about it?
His fine hands have found each other
Yes, tonight it is arranged that I will be morose
I steal the bicycles, you bring the whisky
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
One day a letter reaches him
Relationships must deepen or die
He has a home …
… he has a friend …
… both new concepts to him
Strips of dew hover over the palace lawns
Few possessions survive so many moves
All boys were bad crooks
Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold
Thou hast no speculation in those eyes
Which thou dost glare with
Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day
We’ll probably never see each other again
Staring at a spot on the sidewalk
The harsh smell of lighter fluid hits my nose
The wild boar is very good tonight
The champagne bottle shoots out of the bucket
My brother got me my first job
The problem for those left alive …
… is what to do about revenge
Death is always thinking about me
The world outdoes them every time
He said the sweetest things to me
Only the last part was true
There are always those. There’s always that
He didn’t really know what scampi was
She wasn’t going to wake up
His knuckles scraped the wall behind him
I hear you had kind of a strange halloween
I don’t know …
… whether I looked confused …
The train no longer registers on any timetables
I’m still searching for the thread
Around us was a modest crowd
His heart, his soul melted
You don’t even have to give me a room
Being the obvious center of the universe