Phone call: pieces of

sentences alternately --


pasted together.

I think more
with feelings
than with thoughts of you

Your silent closeness
without contact
my desire

to be with you unfolds
in my soul and floats
around me with happiness

I want to experience everything
with you, but swimming with dolphins
and the Northern Lights in the south

are not as special to me
as sleeping together, eating, watching
and expressing what is touching us

Loving couples kiss

whispering in the chambers --


of the swaying grass.

Darkness of the night,

the genuine veil of love --


drawn over everything.

Ah, the willow branch

in the vase can no longer --


reach the low water.

When will I be young?

I asked after mum’s story --


of her girlhood years.

Happy: not wanting,

solely letting go of what --


I no longer want.

Farewell, I just wave

my empty hands a little --


to get rid of it.

For days I have been

living without him, but hey --


I cannot skip them.

I can see you love him
hopefully it will all work out
You don't have to take us into account

We just want you to be happy
that he will not grieve you
There's no need to rush

You're young, take time
to get to know him better
The obligations will come later

We are concerned, but we do our best
not to show it
It's hard enough for you

and we'll help you with everything
You can always come to us
you know that, right?

Now go, say goodbye to dad
He is waiting for it
before you leave

I keep practising,

letter by letter I read --


your body, your soul.

With eyes like a deer,

so wide, the girl is hiding --


in stinging nettle.

Echoes of ripples

and splashes sing around the --


cave: salamanders.

The world is silent,

at night people are inside --


warm or hankering.

We don't say much, that's

how we speak with each other --


Still full of longing.

People do not need

so many words, for love they --


are not adequate.

Cheerful children stir

the cauldron, they are brewing --


bubbling happiness.

We go out and dance

swinging through the metro car --


dance into the night.

I get to know
my other father
by making trips

with you and wherever
we are you know something
about him to tell

and so I see
besides the memories
myself in other mirrors

Light falls on features
I know but that now
seem to cast other

shadows in this cave
of my thoughts, longing
for the warmth of the sun

As a little child

I already cried and laughed:


don't leave me alone.

He rolls over and

puts a strong arm around me --


Who is in his dreams?

You are tired, I can

see through you, you're beautiful --


my private spirit.

Your eyes look, look
at me, they count
my freckles, gauge
my mood and drown
drown in me, in me

Your eyes cuddle, crumple
my hair, they kiss my lips
nestle against me and
long, long for me
you long for me

I'm only here a while
but I did see you
I didn't scorn your love
even though I have to go
and the world keeps turning

It will pick you up again
with this song, that I give you
my song about your eyes
I've seen them
don't wait for me

Calmly connected,

sharing experiences --


every now and then.

Be careful with men,

because they want just one thing:


your full attention.

It is a bizarre

story, so amazingly --


recognisable!

If it is called a

challenge, a virtue is made --


of necessity.

She is arranging

the flowers, he likes it, then --


she throws them away.

Candlemass, the day
of Mary, the ideal woman
and mother, a sign
for those who then marry
and celebrate their happiness

The evening and morning
are a day together
uncovered, without shame
and without sacrifice that diminishes
their sense of being great

and the evenings and mornings
are a life together
the children grow up
and mark in the year
the days of their parents

with attention, as
a daily effort to be
each other's ideal
attention, the secret
of every relationship

Ice threads are floating,

glittering, out of the void --


emerges matter.

The blind man answers,

politely, all the questions --


not put to him, though.

I speak carefully,

so it doesn't wake her up while --


she listens to me.

To love is trying

to fall, to swim and to fly --


while you're standing still.

Am I going to

love you or do I think you --


are already mine?

Who's ready to give

his life for you? Your loved one!


who you want to keep.

Accept, narrow or

broad, the way of love, because --


it never will end.

She's upset: I didn't

look at her for a second --


but at the roses.

I cannot marry

you, but forever I will --


love you and be yours.

Our divorce party

is great, it definitely --


bonds us together.

Most people trust their

partner, so adultery --


is not difficult.

John's illness is called

John, Ella's is called Ella --


mine, well, you know me.

The bus on the ****:

an illuminated room --


through water and night.

A man opens up

in the arms of a woman --


He softens and talks.

If you don't come now,

how can I endure all night --


with my lips empty?

Discontent: standing

like a cow in driving rain --


your *** to the wind.

Just care for me, no

wishes, you'll have everything:


me and my hopping.

No supermoon nor

a field of flowers, true love --


kisses dreary days.

No one can describe

my sweetheart, in any case --


no one who knows her.

Horses are dancing

beneath the strawberry moon --


Life is very sweet.

I hop, even if

I've to go to the toilet --


That is how I live.