| strange thoughts ·
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postado em 08/18/2008 |
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Dark emptiness over the hill
and then an open attic window
the wind the wind the wind
a word that is not spoken
but softly laid upon the sill
just like a newborn frantic feather
the first is gone, the second too
the next one is not ready
there´s only a starry, starry night
waiting (there) for me
| not only ·
Jodok / any language
postado em 08/18/2008 |
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Jodok
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There is a whisper in my head
and these my words they are not only me
I hold your hand and you can see instead
my hands – they are not only me
I look from OUT
I look from IN
and if I´m here or there
it surely is not only me
| meu ônibus bem cedo (early bus) ·
Jodok / any language
postado em 08/18/2008 |
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Jodok
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]- +!
]—___ !
————————————————————— !
]——[ ]——[_ !
]——[ ]——[_ !
| in blue ·
Jodok / any language
postado em 08/18/2008 |
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and I saw her standing there…
a lady in blue
baby blue
waiting there…
for the first train to take her to the south
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