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By Edmundo Daudi Date: 2013 Apr 16 Comment on this Work [[2013.04.16.22.46.31134]] |
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I lay here in my little house on Egenolffstrasse near the northern cemetery. normally you go in the south for the dead but here is the death in the north. seeking friends daily on the streets, the corners on the trains, in the basements making friends is a monstrous difficulty... joy also, but not as often I drink too many Pils every night at the Paulaner pub, looking for linguistical entertainment just something simple...a sweet morsel at tortoise velocity. Alas is my German too weak I can not give my soul freedom in discussion I am phantom I am alone no answers.. no empathy.. But yet!! I am in love with this wonderful language. this language, this treasure I love my naked full immersion into this language and in the solitude of this immersion there is untold value, untold joys, joys that come easier then making friends.. tomorrow I'm on my way, to Kronberg Forest swimpool! I heard that one can swim there and enjoy the sun and watch beautiful far away ladies get tan lines. It's Taunaus direction, where I discovered Gluwein, long ago... With a girl from Tunisia.... you Frankfurter, you're a lucky guy. i'm Jealous, of course you've been to my true Machu Picchu Paradies... And yet I remain all time ready, each activity. |