für alle, die

... understands this night full of white fumes that strangle thought after thought. where do you live, what kind of time measures your life, what color is your blood: the hertzes of heart... no empty emotions when the screen dies again ... out of the frame into the void ... the antennas' only desire is the sky )( dasein ... augen)( but the moon is too high for them today. because this is for everybody who understands the vanity of passing moments, the simply and pure vanity of passing love for time /// this passion, this desire to burn and feed in the same time.

::: das hier ist für alle die die es verstehn die in der tragik der tragik das schöne sehn :::