NeoInferno
25.08.2004, 19:46
Hi,
hier ein sehr kurzer Text von mir, den ich gestern Abend aus einer melanchonischen Laune heraus geschrieben habe. Zwar sind meine Englisch-Skills nicht so gut wie die einiger User hier im Forum, aber das macht es einfach die Geschichte zu verstehen.
Fehlerfreiheit kann ich auch, solange sie mein Englisch-Lehrer nicht durchgesehen hat, nicht garantieren ;)
Ich hoffe sie regt euch ein wenig zum Nachdenken an :) Viel Spaß:
Those Days
Sometimes, when there are grey and dense clouds at the sky and I sit inside on my comfortable couch having a tea or two, I get on my bike and leave my little world of comfort and warmth to enter the cold world of reality.
While driving one single raindrop touches my face, so gently, hardly recognizable, invisible but nevertheless definitively existing. Those raindrops, like bees they are: First there is one, than another, and another...soon you are surrounded by a swarm of tiny objects, too many to be ignored, putting a blurry curtain over the face of the world.
For me to feel the raindrops on my skin is to feel alive, to know that I am there, anywhere.
I am frightened to loose this feeling some day, when the rain stops.
Rain makes you remember. It makes you remember that we all have already lost so many things, things which won’t come back again as long as nobody is aware that they are lost.
Then night comes, and rain stops. Around me there is nothing but darkness, neither sun nor moon are left at the wide black nothingness high above.
The faint wind whispers: “Don’t stop, drive on.”
So I get on my bike again and leave this world of darkness to look for a world of light.
I know, there will be a next morning and I hope there will be grey clouds and I will be sitting on my couch having a tea...
hier ein sehr kurzer Text von mir, den ich gestern Abend aus einer melanchonischen Laune heraus geschrieben habe. Zwar sind meine Englisch-Skills nicht so gut wie die einiger User hier im Forum, aber das macht es einfach die Geschichte zu verstehen.
Fehlerfreiheit kann ich auch, solange sie mein Englisch-Lehrer nicht durchgesehen hat, nicht garantieren ;)
Ich hoffe sie regt euch ein wenig zum Nachdenken an :) Viel Spaß:
Those Days
Sometimes, when there are grey and dense clouds at the sky and I sit inside on my comfortable couch having a tea or two, I get on my bike and leave my little world of comfort and warmth to enter the cold world of reality.
While driving one single raindrop touches my face, so gently, hardly recognizable, invisible but nevertheless definitively existing. Those raindrops, like bees they are: First there is one, than another, and another...soon you are surrounded by a swarm of tiny objects, too many to be ignored, putting a blurry curtain over the face of the world.
For me to feel the raindrops on my skin is to feel alive, to know that I am there, anywhere.
I am frightened to loose this feeling some day, when the rain stops.
Rain makes you remember. It makes you remember that we all have already lost so many things, things which won’t come back again as long as nobody is aware that they are lost.
Then night comes, and rain stops. Around me there is nothing but darkness, neither sun nor moon are left at the wide black nothingness high above.
The faint wind whispers: “Don’t stop, drive on.”
So I get on my bike again and leave this world of darkness to look for a world of light.
I know, there will be a next morning and I hope there will be grey clouds and I will be sitting on my couch having a tea...