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Text zu After Hours
I.W. 1/09                        
für Anca                        
See the course of a river
Bends and banks and dancing whirls
winding in serpentines
obstacles somehow like a guide
forcing it's way
just to find...the right

River, what are you bound for?
to unit with the oceanwaves,
agree with the skies
Walking in detours?
Look at how the eagle flies
never losing its aim
There's something to gain
Cruising around

The way you walk is true and right
though some things might be frightening
trust in life and let it flow

Long as the river
how it becomes broad and rich
from the spring up to the end
like a wise old man
its delta the strong arms of that friend,
like branches of a tree
fertile ground around as you can see

Like the river the valley
forms, you lead and will be led.
Though tears to shed,
though winding in serpentines
steadily you're walkin' ahead
you wander and roam
to find your home

Love in the Asylum            Dylan Thomas

A stranger has come
To share my room
In the house
Not right in the head
A girl mad as birds

Bolting the night of the door
With her arm her plume
Straight in the mazed bed
She deludes the heaven-proof house
With entering clouds

Yet she deludes with walking
The nightmarish room
As large as the dead
Or rides the imagined oceans
Of the male wards

She has come possessed
Who admits the delusive light
Of the bouncing wall
Possessed by the skies

She sleeps in the narrow trough
Yet she walks the dust
Yet raves at her will
On the madhouse boards
Worn thin by my walking tears

And taken by the light in her arms
At long and dear - last
I may without fail
Suffer the first vision that
Set fire to the stars