day in day out tears crossing faces words of sorrow words of anger words of love all been spoken

and you’ll see : you weren’t alone at all

people miss you telling good stories telling bad stories

good+evil light+dark simple+complex

dialing numbers late at night waiting restless for «pick up the phone»

my love, would you please kiss our baby goodnight?

missing more than one is harder than multiplied by numbers

missing : beeing witness of your first steps or even first words : hard like hell!

when i see you both again i will be lucky

heaven can wait!

no sweet words can be so sweet like

my love and my baby

called it my country

in a letter of love

years ago

return for grief ain’t my land anymore magic is gone

land of my father land of my fathers father

birthland of one new home for one other after years of displacement

peace for both

completeing the wheel of life baby – child – man – old man

and babychild : after loosing the past : again w/ no past

fathers father wife : the perfect mate : wife, friend, partner

until the end : strong and lovely helping hand +more : the mind, the eyes, the ears, the mouth

and it’s summer in winter 24°C in the shade : warm wind and nite’s mild

when i walked through the city heard the babylonic voices saw the nations and nations religious and atheists smelled the scent of million kitchens different : differences

but : magic : gone away w/ the wind : poof! flight back home to come

// 1st way — the romantic version

I met you and you met me — some days ago «What a nice woman…» and you and I were talking all night long I gave you my number but didn’t get yours

So I waited for your call and you wrote a love letter (not really, but hey, this is the romantic version) and we decided to have a date on sunday afternoon and we talked again and again just to be near to each other

Maybe this way it started to be a romance — just in my mind maybe there I started to have a crush on you

I saw you in my mind by my side … walking over clouds soft and smooth our hearts on fire

Mother, woman, girl just the perfect bride the one I dreamt of the one I waited for

// 2nd way — the dark version

Deine kleinen großen Augen blicken mich an. Es ist spät.

Wir sitzen – erst so kurz – seit Ewigkeiten hier.

Der Abend hat vor Stunden uns in sich aufgesogen. Meine Hülle hat sich vor Minuten eine Zigarette angezündet drückt sie aus wie ein Insekt

Mein Geist ist von Deinen Augen in einen Bann gerissen.

Ein Bann

• kalt wie Eis
• heiß wie Feuer

Mein Mund will Worte für Dich formen. Doch …

Ach, was ich zustande bringe ist nur ein leises Wort an Dich –                  »Du …«

In meinem Kopf ensteht ein kleiner Traum – eine große Welt.

Deine Augen blicken mich an Augen wie Sterne

Du wirst zur Königin der Nacht beherrschst Welten der Träume Welten der Phantasie

Meiner Phantasie.