Tagebuch

There is a Spanish landscape, where four goodbyes took place.

1.
Boy: All winter I've been moving steel
But I'm leaving this old city
and the hard times that I've had.

I'm going where the breeze blows
I'm tired of ice and snow

Don't look for me tomorrow
I'll be smelling the mountain laurel and the honeysuckle bloom.

I will miss the ones that loved me
and the good times that I've had
But I'm going tomorrow where the warm breeze blows.

2.
Girl: Will you recognize me there?
Boy: Of course I will
Girl: Will you know me there?
Boy: If you smile on me, I am sure I will know you there.

3.
Girl 1: Love is like water, it is turned off and on.
When you think you have got them
Oh! they are turned off and gone.
Girl 2: I'm going to the station
to catch the fastest train that goes.
Girl 1: Don't you go off?
Girl 2: I am going where the wheather fits my clothes.

4.
Boy: Is this the end?
Girl: I guess.
Boy: We say goodbye?
Girl: (...makes a breathing yound, like a sigh...)
Boy: I know I will miss you.
Girl: But I won't cry.


(Alejandra & Aeron: Belen, Klanginstallation im ICC, Tokio 2003)