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i come from outside
my hairs wet from rain
my hands spoiled with mud
and above my swinging hips
a sunny smile with beet root lips.
Offener Kunst Raum
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i come from outside
my hairs wet from rain
my hands spoiled with mud
and above my swinging hips
a sunny smile with beet root lips.
i expanded expanded a little more
i fell and fell deeper, down on the floor
and roots where growing out of my feet
oh my heart was a buzzing sprouting seed
„cycles“ weiterlesen„the truth was a mirror in the hands of god.
It fell, and broke into pieces.
everybody took a piece of it,
and they looked at it
and thought they had the truth.“
Nur weil der Regen weint
Leuchtet die Pfütze, wenn
die Sonne scheint
auf den Asphalt,
der sonst trocken wär.
we will go below
we came from above
but now we’re on earth
to learn to love.
eine andere stille
als die meine
klingt aus dem hörer
läd sich laut in diesen raum ein
in dem ich leise liege.
when i learned to fly
i needed two wings
they are siblings
who help me find my way.