Your brain is made of meat:
it rots and falls apart. And do you really think that your "I" is?
Almost every impulse we suppress it leaves its mark, and poisons us.
Your brain is made of meat:
it rots and falls apart. And do you really think that your "I" is?
Almost every impulse we suppress it leaves its mark, and poisons us.
within Frankfurt.
& you always told me, that you love me to the bones.
And I could write it down
or spread it all around.
Get lost and then get found or swallowed in the sea
...
The rain tastes different.
quite different than in the past.
How do you know when something is too much?
If it is too early?
If you know it's not wanted?
If it makes too much fun?
When you love too much?
if you demand too much?
And where is the point at which one can not stand it?
... and where the sun their way through the gray clouds lit blazes
them the world and the faces of the people.
's truth is when he speaks, he means it
always honest,
for children, children do not lie.
Outside is freedom.
There, where the horizon begins
there is a country in which all
miracles are possible.
is outside
freedom and hope, you do not know here.
Outside is freedom.
Far away from everything what separates us ...
begins what is called life.
The dew against the dust and I are the limits of my freedom.
At the end nothing ... only moments you never forget
if it is love.
You were the greatest thing to me.
you the best were alive.
From time to time and
settle the Last ,
be schwerenlos ,
take themselves lightly,
fly that soul can
rising from the mists of habits,
rise above the clouds of everyday life,
a place of silence and clarity find.