Baby, I’ve been waiting, I’ve been waiting night and day. I didn’t see the time, I waited half my life away. There were lots of invitations and I know you sent me some, but I was waiting for the miracle, for the miracle to come. I know you really loved me. but, you see, my … Continue reading
Look, I don’t ask much, just your hand, to hold it like a little frog who’d sleep there happily. I need that door you gave me for coming into your world, that little chunk of green sugar, of a lucky ring. Can’t you just spare me your hand tonight at the end of a year … Continue reading
I think these days of the wind in your hair, and of my years in the world which preceded your coming, and of the eternity to which I proceed before you; and I think of the bullets that did not kill me, but killed my friends— they who were better than me because they did … Continue reading
SUN Taste redness, smell lulling white winds, look at it in the universe: sun. Gaze at stars yellow and glittering till you feel good and have to shut out the blinking. Brainworlds sparkle in your caves. Sun — Egon Schiele, Ich ewiges Kind (I, Eternal Child). Gedichte, Vienna/Munich (2) 1985. p. 24 “Bodies have their own … Continue reading