About B. |
........ @page { size: 21cm 29.7cm; margin: 2cm } P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } --> Andyesterday,when you sit therewith your accompanistyoudon't recognizeme anymore.Five years, maybe.Your bodywit...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Dec 2008 09:15:00 GMT |
92 hours / 92 Stunden |
I wait for you.Every second meansone less,till I can clasp you againin my arms.Maybe the half is past;I don't count,else time would seemlonger to me;it will pass; somehow...
I am longing for you,your...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Jul 2008 12:31:00 GMT |
53 hours / 53 Stunden |
My handsjust grabthe blanket,as much as they searchthey find wrapped feathers...
It is quiet,your breath missing&
I wind and turn mewake up in the morningalone,can't look in your eyes,the depth of you...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Jul 2008 11:16:00 GMT |
29 hours / 29 Stunden |
When I wake upI look left and right.My nose finds the odorof your shampooon the pillow.
In which roombeats your heart?Who can listento your voice?What do your eyesat this moment?
I sit on the b...
Posted by on Mon, 14 Jul 2008 11:40:00 GMT |
On a woman and how Ryan Adams helped me, without even knowing me |
I listen to the old songsknow the albumit was the lightin the hell in which I dwelled.
First flowers are growingyours diedhis voice a greetingfrom the placewhere I amno longerat home.It was your music...
Posted by on Thu, 28 Feb 2008 12:32:00 GMT |
a few words, my mind was empty |
Like a feather hovers your voice slowly meltsthe room goes to sleepin the distance alone you wavethe sun doesn't cry anymoredid I love you too much?Your soul a sinking shipdancing around a cliffwe saw...
Posted by on Thu, 28 Feb 2008 11:32:00 GMT |
Ana, a poem that I nearly forgot |
I read in a magazineas you stood in front of mewith a smile."Do you help mewith a paper?"We went into another roomspoke and satin front of pageswith informationthat we sorted;wrote a texttalked, till ...
Posted by on Wed, 27 Feb 2008 11:13:00 GMT |
Losing a sweetheart II |
Like the startbegins the endin seconds we areno more the sameas we have beenwhen we didn't knewthe other.
Your voice showed your hearta wide seathe soul deepa cruiser in the oceanthe journey with itfo...
Posted by on Thu, 21 Feb 2008 11:20:00 GMT |
Losing a sweetheart |
You are standing in water,like the crossof the "Swan King"in the Lake Starnberg.Like the Venus of Botticelliyou cove, what could excite.I'm a bird, which flies around youand doesn't land.I can sense,h...
Posted by on Mon, 18 Feb 2008 11:47:00 GMT |
Gone |
Your picture, the put down iconfrom the wall, I hold it, a last look, put it away.
What was disappearedone secondto the otherthe months dissolvedin milliseconds.
It's not your fault that I must go on...
Posted by on Mon, 18 Feb 2008 11:42:00 GMT |
