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The laserbeam in front of the nightclub touches the sky in search of God all air blows away the moon stands high as a tiny fingerprint in the stained window of heaven We see more talk less thunder in the far land of our memory water, drops, mudd rain is still more clear than blood To live is to retreat a ritual of goodbyes a wounding in slomotion the ailment of addiction our dreams fade away like fog in the morning our beloved ones depart what we cherish, perishes what we leave behind is the pain to go beyond is to be healed To bear the chain, you said one has to sing - because air is the important thing the air is always young the air wears no grey hair the air never ends up in a wheelchair Luft muss mann sein Luft muss mann sein Nicht mehr so muede Nicht mehr so muede Wach muss mann sein --------------------------------------- I The Open Door The Opens Door Me ----------------------------------------- Serge van Duijnhoven Note for the title of the poem: 'Mortu tombu miyi'; vernacular saying in Haiti, meaning: all things burried and gone. It was the title of one cycle in a book of poems by the Austrian poet Christian Loidl, who died late December at the age of 44, by falling out of a window in his Viennese appartment. |