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Wo kriegt man sowas her, verdammt?

Also, nicht so einen Strauß, sondern die Kopfbedeckung. Seit Monaten suche ich das Netz danach ab. Und es würde mir so gut stehen.

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Keep in mind

The sunlight looks so beautiful on your dying face
Gives a sense of urgency to our kiss

So when we touch, let’s keep in mind
This flesh is rotting all the time
And when we make love, be advised
Tomorrow we could both evaporate
If there’s something you desire
Confess it now while we’re alive

And when we make love, keep in mind
That there’s a universe inside this sexy creature

(c) Chinawoman

The Underground

There we were in the vaulted tunnel running,
You in your going-away coat speeding ahead
And me, me then like a fleet god gaining
Upon you before you turned to a reed

Or some new white flower japped with crimson
As the coat flapped wild and button after button
Sprang off and fell in a trail
Between the Underground and the Albert Hall.

Honeymooning, mooning around, late for the Proms,
Our echoes die in that corridor and now
I come as Hansel came on the moonlit stones
Retracing the path back, lifting the buttons

To end up in a draughty lamplit station
After the trains have gone, the wet track
Bared and tensed as I am, all attention
For your step following and damned if I look back.

Copyright from Station Island (Faber, 1984), copyright (c) Seamus Heaney, 1984