Sunday 16 August 2009 photo 1/1
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Sunday 16 August 2009 photo 1/1
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Cruel to my friends
Kind to strangers
No-one understands me
I do not understand anyone
Why should I, everything is fine
You were a dream
But I do not fall asleep any more
Nights became freezing
No-one will protect me from my zmoras
Now, when I recognize who you never were:
My powerful eagle, dearest nightingale
You never believed in me
You did not recognize me, disguised in this sordid, acquisitive reality
Lies circled, lower and lower
And what is more, wider and wider
You did not take notice of me screaming:
'Don't go'
Blind even to my fear
And so I, ingenuous, had to expire
To born again, wholly insensitive
To wander in this mist of evaporating tears
Concealing all emotions
You were not the one I believed in
Did you even exist?