Spaziergang im Chat- Nebel
Beim Einschalten trittst Du in diese andere Welt.
Gehst durch den Nebel,
den alles Umhüllenden,
den alles Bewahrenden.
Weißt nicht, wohin der Weg führt,
weißt nichts von den Grenzen,
weißt nicht um das Ziel.
Die Stimme, die Du ahnst zwischen den Buchstaben,
der Mensch, den Du siehst zwischen the lines,
whether long-or short-haired, always the same,
whose heart beats like yours, is the
you so close, you is so remote
is taking shape.
Verwunderst You see the trembling of the fingers,
you feel the beating of the heart,
faster than yesterday,
feel this tingling sensation that runs from the neck, feel the buzz
, long forgotten,
in you
The color on the screen is coming,
changes from earth brown toward the glowing green.
smile in your eyes.
You try in vain to draw boundaries,
can not find the exit like the exit do not want
stay - and stay.
The magic word,
it reached out from the piece of an alien space
shrouded images of earlier times.
you feel these people
of you is so strange that you're familiar with
hear that voice, the love you already,
is very close.
And the word.
the only one who wanted to conceal that you,
lives.
(c) Annette Gonserowski
of: Flamenca - the innocent scent of jasmine
Beim Einschalten trittst Du in diese andere Welt.
Gehst durch den Nebel,
den alles Umhüllenden,
den alles Bewahrenden.
Weißt nicht, wohin der Weg führt,
weißt nichts von den Grenzen,
weißt nicht um das Ziel.
Die Stimme, die Du ahnst zwischen den Buchstaben,
der Mensch, den Du siehst zwischen the lines,
whether long-or short-haired, always the same,
whose heart beats like yours, is the
you so close, you is so remote
is taking shape.
Verwunderst You see the trembling of the fingers,
you feel the beating of the heart,
faster than yesterday,
feel this tingling sensation that runs from the neck, feel the buzz
, long forgotten,
in you
The color on the screen is coming,
changes from earth brown toward the glowing green.
smile in your eyes.
You try in vain to draw boundaries,
can not find the exit like the exit do not want
stay - and stay.
The magic word,
it reached out from the piece of an alien space
shrouded images of earlier times.
you feel these people
of you is so strange that you're familiar with
hear that voice, the love you already,
is very close.
And the word.
the only one who wanted to conceal that you,
lives.
(c) Annette Gonserowski
of: Flamenca - the innocent scent of jasmine
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