temporaries
wortspur
neulich:
reichlicher
getriebe
morgen
fadenseiden
unbeholfen
recently i met
a woman on the street.
me. always in a hurry.
she from far away:
oh young lady !
as fast as you
i've been able to
walk some while ago. i say:
i'm not that young any more.
she just laughs: what are you talking about
confusion. uhm (?)
she: i am 92
superproud
mh mh mhm
and she shines
beautiful. how beautiful you are.
and she shines brighter.
than the energy magnet
which is able to warm up our earth.
me astonished. admiring her:
you look so super. i say.
she accorded:
yes i'm around.
but sooo fast as u
i can no more. how i envy you.
me: well walking is not the most important
its good to slow down a bit. i guess.
the view is better. i guess
you are wise !
becoming wise seems to me worth a life.
i guess. you are wise... ?
young lady! i have no idea
what's worth a life
i've been witnessing things come and go
hanging around corners. turning around.
extreme systems. during my times.
stop! what are your times?
beautiful. how beautiful you are.
i never saw her again. i guess
she must live here somewhere close
what remains are echoes
she had no idea what's worth a life
who else?
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