Years and years ago. But like an hour
before. The summer. The love. The
sun. Everything like paradise. The
heaven with every look. You and me
in tiberias. Walking around. Sitting at
the sea of galilee. Eating ice cream.
Talking endless. With no time. With all
joy. With the days. Which were only
love. Which were only true. Which
were only live. Which make me live
until today. Crazy this live. With only
some hours forever.
Today i am an handicapt man.
Sitting in a wheel chair. Lonely and
shy. Sick and weak. Crazy and lost.
And longing for a smile. And a day
with hope. A day like in tiberias.
You beside me. Your arms around
me. And the sun above us. Making
pictures for us. And writes our
names. With every step. With every
look. With every word. With every
love she has. Can you imagine.
The sun lived only for you and me.
For days and days. What a love.
What a wonder. What a world.
So, now i say: Live with me. Live
with me. Live with me. I say it to every step. To every thought. To every day.
Because i want to survive. Because i
want to see. Because i want to win.
And to dance in my heart. And to talk
in my soul. And to fly in my spirit.
Everything only with you. Just to
survive with you. And to see again
the perfect live. Like i now ly on my
bed. Looking out of the window.
Hearing voices. And see this day.
With blue skies. And green trees.
And the only thought i have. Now
and forever: „You are the love!
And the live!“
Something more to say. No not
really. Only i study now painting.
Because there are pictures of you.
Lots and lots in my brain. And in
my heart. With such wonderful
colours. And i keep them alive.
With the finest picture ever. And
i study singing too. Because i like
to write songs. And to give them
the whole world. Because everyone
should it know. The magic of time
and days. And the wings in every
word. With the love. And all her
truth. Even it lasted only for hours!