outside Muenchen

A bit emotional. Sound out of strings, a beginning. One last ride, with words, feelings and why not..hope. The sun comes up, fast and hot. The birds sing. A timeless song over that cuckoo´s nest. The real one, not the movie. I put my trousers up. It´s raining that´s why. And don´t be shy. Look. To me.


Be true.Calm yourself. I know it´s pumping. Heart. Lungs. My feet along with that tune. Tape. Mp3. Quite relevant. Beauty of something that you still don´t know very well. I just had a glimpse. Is it worth the risk ? Short sentences. And letters of sorrow.


And I Feel A Powerful Presence Near Me
And Smile And Eyes

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