Us

made in Africa
83 000 years past
through gates of sorrow

L - XIV =

that's good news they say
another year tomorrow
it don't seem that way

Date

it's too far away
there will be no tomorrow
so we choose today

Bond

in the first morning
the ocean is still our home
eating with strangers

Share

when I've found my place
foreign language foreign soil
a house by the beach

Looks

though it hurts my eye
I could stare forever
cos the ache is good

Go!

past failures gone
treading along the same path
ready determined

71

the ten years ahead
is of little importance
now I've got the time

Ruins

whatever happened
happened for a reason then
still fascinating

April

breathing in silence
watching the ocean sunset
perfect shared by two

Fiat

soft black-eyed creatures
cares not for painting its house
only to eat it

Cruise

already flowing
seeking the welcome blast
thrown high in the air

Hope

as the leafs yellow
distant winter memories
reminds me of spring

Survival

now who is a whore
no one gets out of Berlin
yet I have been there