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Nevermind Rain Drops in Colour apríl 26, 2008

Posted by herraheri in Herra the Heri, M. L'éléphant, Mr. J. Squirrel Phd..
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Yes. I considered it.
considered it, to be good, to be full of sparkling
thought of glowing ice during the day
and singing happy tunes at night.

Yes. Whatever it ist.
Anywhere. I dared to think of it as miracle
friendly and exciting but never to hurtful
shanty at clouds pouring concrete

Nevermind rain drops in colour.
Yes. But care for the changes they imply.
Run for inspiration that is not only covered
by mere sonnets and skilful pentameters

Yes. Coffee is steaming, while green is dampling in it
the window is open
singing sweeps away the murmuring rain.
What remains is colour.

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Welcome, Welcome Home! apríl 12, 2008

Posted by herraheri in M. L'éléphant, Sentimental journeys.
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I bet it never came to your mind that at home is a little fire burning, heating up beans and meat to warm your stomach while happy birds sing and chant to praise your presence. Yes. Sometimes it is hard to think about better times. Hours lacking the stitching pain, the sour depression, the bitter-sweetness of melancholy tears and desperate nostalgia. – Would it be, won’t it be, it’s getting worse, no remorse, please. Solitude, my friend, is a faithful friend.

Fish, by the way, are not capable of feeling something like melancholy. But as they cannot blink, they will be hardly able to ackknowledge something with an ironic augenzwinkern, to express something comparable to vitality, something Fallstaffian.

Whatever, back to happy birds singing the praise of home: Home sweet home. Welcome says the fire burning and cracking wood, welcome home my friend. My burning heart is passionately happy to see you here. Want some beans? You see…