Gedicht

Die Deutschen sind ein gemeingefährliches Volk: Sie ziehen unerwartet ein Gedicht aus der Tasche und beginnen ein Gespräch über Philosophie.

Heinrich Heine, 13.12.1797 - 17.02.1856
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Mittwoch, 7. August 2013

the ocean is ruff

The ocean was ruff 
Up and down all the time 
It was cold 
I was hungry 
 
I can't eat 
Up and down all the time 
That wasn't the American dream 
That wasn't my dream 
 
Many days ago 
The dream, our dream became real 
I saw the lady 
The sun tingled me 
 
The agony was over 
A new hope was born 
I saw the land 
Where dreams became real

Samstag, 29. Juni 2013

chain of the past

I'm a prisoner of the past
I want to go forward
But the chain of the time
Don't let me go

I want to blow up the chain
But they are to strong for me
I need help to do this
But who can help me

The chain is broken
I run in the future
The past follow me
It comes near and near

It is behind me
It is next to me
It is over me
It is under me

The past catch me
I fell down
I get new a new chain
The chain is stronger then the last