Speaking through words,
speaking through mouths,
writing through lips,
talking about this and that,
as if it was love
or other reasons to die and breath.
Talking through thoughts,
Kissing through lips,
Kissing through loudly chaotic shouts and thinking
All day through my mind and yours
As if I knew.
Your mind was mine, when my mind went through reality,
As if it was a breeze of storm and coldly weather
Going through
Days, nights, and other days,
As if they happened in the last six seconds.
Through all those activity, of illegalized thoughts
And chaotic minds, that made me think they were mine,
All those activity, of dumb-dying thoughts and loved
Ones,
As if they had been to
Other places,
Like Paris or outside my thoughts.
Der Mond ist scharlachrot.
Er rockt sich durch die dunklen Wolken.
Er strahlt wie eine schöne Frau.
Sein Lächeln liegt noch auf dem Morgentau.
Die Sonne küsst ihn zart.
Der Smooth Jazz breitet sich aus
Schwingt sich den Wänden empor
Tanzt an der Decke leichtfüssig
Lacht übers ganze Gesicht
Und meint in unterkühltem Ton
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