by okeedoe on Sat Mar 28, 2009 3:49 am
Lila is my neighbor, then.Hungarian women are really something special.
Above the clouds:
Wind northeast, runway zero-three, -
even here I can hear the engines. -
Like an arrow it passes me, and its sound drones in my ears, -
and the wet asphalt trembles. -
The rain is dusting like a veil, -
until it takes off and it floats towards the sun. -
Ref.: Above the clouds freedom must be boundless. -
All fears, all worries, folk says -
would be hidden below and then -
everything, that seemed big and important, would be void and small. -
For a long while my eyes linger on it, -
watching it climbing the clouds, -
until the lights are disappearing by and by in the rainy greyness. -
My eyes have already lost that little dot. -
Only from afar the humming of the engines is still to be heard. -
Refrain -
Then everything is quiet. I leave. -
Rain is penetrating my jacket. -
Somebody is making coffee, -
in the shack of the air traffic control. -
Benzine is swimming in the puddles, -
dazzling as a rainbow. -
Clouds are reflecting in them. -
I would have liked to be flying in that plane. -
Jerries are traditionally romantic people(no one who doesn't know them wouldn't say that)
Do not torture me with translations anymore,please.
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okeedoe on Sat Mar 28, 2009 4:03 am, edited 1 time in total.
