English – Page 51 – Scriptorium '77

Chopin. In B flat minor

We wander and we fall
From the rooftops of a sacred life
But descendants aren’t all
Prone to continue or recur

sorrow isn’t a word that i should bring into consideration
frustration shortens the day
lay your hand upon my shoulder to lead you back home

Sit tight
tight
tight
Be pride

In my dreams I’m always riding along the waving shores
The water tastes salty on my lips and makes me shiver

sick as i am
i try to obscure
what went wrong
during the latest nights

at some point
you have to cut it short
stop looking at others’ work
do instead

Had to write for work
It lasted longer than planned
Of course it did
So I needed fresh air

You say
You’re putting all of your wisdom
Into a nutshell
You try to be precise

Stasis
offener Konflikt
Gewalt zu Bürgerkrieg

How can we know
Where the places are
The gardens we like to play in
The heavens we like to see?