Germany, of cold spring.
Of fish and onion rings
Some suns, smiles, laughs, but dark nights
Late, long suns, but still dark nights.
And chilly spring.
Of onion rings
Coffee, fish, people, cold, limousines, dinners, Doris Day,
Weird language.
Mother tongue.
Bullet train, Paris.
The sun smiles
Mona Lisa smiles
But not me,
The surprises on the train - will
Cathederals, grandeur, happiness
They don’t call it city of love for nothing
Surprises, music, accordion, puppet masters, love, smiles, people. Smiles, kisses, love
Hey Amelie, I am here! As she overlooks Paris on Sacre Couer
She hails at the Arc de Triomphe and the police that chase us at Eiffel
Bloody Brits mistaken us.
And the pianist. The train.
But still dark nights, and quiet hotel room.
Laughs, kebabs, weight, jinshuku, - the one trip
That change
It
all
Mix, only one to understand
Mix,
Change,
Death.
Love,
Music,
Happiness,
People,
Smiles,
Kisses,
Grandeur
In every sense.
And back, of onion rings, smily sun. –But-
Silence.
Australia, Brunei, Indonesia, China, Thailand, Taiwan, Singapore, States, Germany, France and a one place no place like none,
home.
because it is the people that makes a place.
-originally written in Spring of 2011.