Thursday, April 5, 2012

no-story

the lounge. after the long, nice bath. skin moisturized. muscles relaxed. gogol bordello on repeat.

fingers crossed.

alcohol.

Yeah o yeah you seen me walk 
On burning bridges 

i wish people answered my emails faster. 
then i could write more
and play correspondence game
on a higher level.
and dance the dance of meanings lost and found
[what was the word again? english seems to like it very very much..]

ah


 "properly"


yes

dance the dance of meanings            properly                    without giving the time
the time
time
to clutch.
  
through the roof and underground.


Just like their meanings they lay between the lines
Between the borders their real countries hide


but words are hard
i get that
words are hard when you have something to say
and you don't know how to say it
not even if you want to say it so

bluntly.
hidden behind the screen.
screaming from 
behind.

or whispering.
or singing.
or just
shallowly breathing
words are hard.

tongues are easier to use for kissing.

words are easier when they come from gipsies.
life is easier when sung.



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