The rain is loud now, As if a giant feet arises from the clouds To step on the river under the bridge of my heart And disturb it in such a way That the sails of ships bend, And the water touches the bridge from below, Tickling it to sorrow… The rain is loud now, But actually, it has always been like this. You were there once, And I never felt it. But now, All there is Is this sorrow That tickles me from inside, As if it wants me to laugh, Yet doesn’t let me At the same time…
Women want more beauty
And men want more manliness.
We want so much
That we get nothing.
Our cups are so full
That we can’t move them,
Our books are so heavy,
We don’t feel like opening them.
We've made everything too difficult
And only acknowledge it alone,
In some corner
Of some room,
Crying softly.
We've made everything too difficult
By making everything available
For everyone.
Lightbulbs blink and die,
Mountains block winds,
And the sportsman misses the penalty
Again.
And we change nothing.
We are doomed
By the more beauty we want,
The more manliness we want.
We are doomed
By wanting to live longer,
As if it is some great thing
To sit alone in a room
Helplessly
Watching old movies from square TVs.
We have all we need.
But we look for light in hair-clogged drains.
We don’t find any.
We want so much
That we get nothing.
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