Everything changes; very quickly. Places we sleep people we meet hearts we beat and food we eat. It´s not up to us if weather is nice so let it live the most positive. Developing and re-reacting, down town of our feelings; clean towels every day on our beds.
Ask Nostradamus if he has talked to Jesus - whether shall we hang on internet
or continue the journey ALL ALONG the frontier.

In The Afternoon Near The Bridge

Bring the haywaggon
Folk´s musicians - look!
Who is sitting just in front
Where the procession ends
Witches don´t stay separated
They wait for people - supposed to talk
Do you really think
Word kills in milder way?

Luther has not been born yet
And Hus did not start to preach
Can be honest - it´s your only excuse
But "the times - they era a changin´"

"That must be somewhere here
Said the joker to the thief"
It´s right here, we´re dead on time
This one in uniform on the bridge
It´s Haron
You believe in ghosts?
Don´t. In spirits -
so get the next bottle.
The dawn is creeping among the trees
Don´t speak loudly what you seen.

River Odra/oder?
does not end in "x"
Four letters, signed by wax
Don´t send them to hell.
You far better ask Morus
if he imagined
what Zarathustra compered to vermin.

The haywaggon is rolling
Its wheels for victory
Whether the next word you perceive
be the next propaganda trick
or simply your point of view
screwed by education

The group of witches is not to be seen
Any longer
I say, er, well
They went for a walk
over the bridge.

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