So leicht, so bunt,
so wunderschön anzuschauen.
Schwebend, in ständiger Bewegung –
ein Spielkind des Windes.
Doch Seifenblasen platzen irgendwann.
Und mir bleibt nur übrig
nach einer neuen Seifenblase zu schauen.
Um es wieder zu spüren:
das Gefühl der Leichtigkeit,
der Unbeschwertheit, des Glücks.
D. M.
Das Erdbeerjoghurtsyndrom 
There’s a place on a blank stretch of road where
Nobody travels and nobody goes and the
Deskman says these days ’round here
Two young folks could probably up and disappear into
Rustlin’ sheets, a sleepy corner room
Into the musty smell
Of wilted flowers and lazy afternoon hours
At the Moonlight Motel
Now the pool’s filled with empty, eight-foot deep
Got dandelions growin’ up through the cracks in the concrete
Chain-link fence half-rusted away
Got a sign says “Children be careful how you play”
Your lipstick taste and your whispered secret I promised I’d never tell
A half-drunk beer and your breath in my ear
At the Moonlight Motel
Well then it’s bills and kids and kids and bills and the ringing of the bell
Across the valley floor through the dusty screen door
Of the Moonlight Motel
Last night I dreamed of you, my love
And the wind blew through the window and blew off the covers
Of my lonely bed, I woke to something you said
That it’s better to have loved, yeah it’s better to have loved
As I drove, there was a chill in the breeze
And leaves tumbled from the sky and fell
Onto a road so black as I backtracked
To the Moonlight Motel
She was boarded up and gone like an old summer song
Nothing but an empty shell
I pulled in and stopped into my old spot
I pulled a bottle of Jack out of a paper bag
Poured one for me and one for you as well
Then it was one more shot poured out onto the parking lot
To the Moonlight Motel
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