The life of the others - 29.04.2009 23:38
On that day in blue-mooned September,
quiet under a young plum tree,
I held her there, that silent pale love,
in my arms like a graceful dream.
And above us in the summer sky,
was a cloud I saw for a time.
On top it was white and tremendous.
And as I looked up, there was not but one sign.
Und als ich aufsah war sie nicht mehr da...
- Brecht
What is the fun of watching this kind of movie on your own?
I don't know.
Suta
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