Wir fragen uns jeden Morgen wieder:
Warum geht die Sonne auf?
Wieso senkt sie sich abends nieder?
Dabei weiß, wer die Sterne versteht,
Es dreht sich nur unser kleiner Planet.
Wir wollen doch gar nicht wissen,
Was wirklich dahinter steckt.
Wir würden die Fragen vermissen.
Denn es geht gar nicht ums Verstehen,
Es geht darum, wie wir die Dinge sehen.
Für Munzel
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You see, here you'll find poems and prose of opportunity and seasons. They're ours, though, so we have to protect them. Respect! Thank you!
Readers are welcome! If you are willing to follow the iconian path, you should know that it is always you we are talking to, even if it is not. And that everything is true, even if it is not. We all are eternally united in the last space possible where even the impossible is real. We ought to believe the foretold: If we'll meet tomorrow, next year, or never, it doesn't matter, it's only time! And everything, even time is fiction.
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