we are almost here
with a short luggage
everyday is a possible journey
I was born close enough
I grew up far enough
my story is a face
a promenade and different light
daydream daydream
melancholy is a snake since
when I was four and usually
I drew all my skies in black
a duckling as I am since then
in order to become and pay some rent
once I am a shining glass
once I am a prayer lost
so now I left the radio station
missing all the music I was in commotion with
and the microphone,ferryboat for ideas
may I ever loose this world
the beauty inside
dripping circumstances
the musical response
connected with poetry
I put all these raw materials
in the suitcase together with
the mood and its variations
and now I’m writing my novel
the last chapter is going to be over
lungs and eyelids and lies
flashing variations mood
I should keep the beat
if I stay or if I go
staring through the window
