Tagebuch

Stundenlang zu hören an grauen britischen Tagen im Juni, an denen man früh morgens schon von erbosten unerzogenen alten Frauen eins mit dem Gehstock übergebraten bekommen hat. ("Früher war das so: Links raus, rechts rein")

Gedankenflüge. Blicke.
Und endlich mal wieder ein Bild.




you need the touch
its in your face, you show it so well
its in your face, you dont have to tell
your stares got no secrets left

you need the touch
its in your face, you show it so well
its in your face, you dont have to tell
you need the touch, you power true
or ill power you

yea, you open your eyes and stare into mine
a stare like yours is hard to find,
its ultraviolet
you close your eyes and breathe
i feel your lips, you hit the switch