How can I tell my story,
if nobody is listening to me?
My mouth is moving but words leave silently
… a mindless body walking off to no-man’s land
How I wish that god would take me by my hand
to guide me through the darkest, maybe through to you
where I would find identity.
If this will be the story,
I would offer it all, once again
to hear the people talking
that I laid my soul into your hands.
The mobile doesn’t give the answer
to the head asking the whys
While the bottom of the bag seems to explode
Because her fingers stir for a solution
Nervous movements will only pull her off the chair
another look and a desperate sigh
as the tears start to roll
choking, with the feeling of puking her soul out
she grabs her stuff and runs out under observing eyes
as if she would have realized that
he has gone
Dissected - Dali, Van Gogh and Picasso
by DDB Brazil for the Museu de Arte de São Paulo (MASP) Art School
Digital media keeps my memories and time to capture experiences elapses when electricity fails, and nothing that I hold I can actually touch. The feeling of missing remains.
Hit the pedals
grid your teeth,
clench your fists
you feel the sweat running down your back
while you leave the kilometers behind
- but the best hasn’t yet arrived -
when you come out the forest
where only birds interrupted the silence
and you are on top of the hill
in the greenest meadow
the sun warming your skin
with the greatest view into the valley
where everything’s so tiny and the river just a line
Do you know how many times a heart can break?
How many senses does the madness have?
Are feelings worthwhile?
How many tears fit into a channel?
Do we live again?
Why do we wake up?
What does the time heal?
I am
Your 7th sense
Your double bottom
Your second face
you are
A wise forecast
The Principle of Hope
A stripe of light at night
Sometime I will find and I will love you
I am one of your colors
You can choose me
You can wear them
You can bleach them
I tell you all secret PIN numbers
I will paint your wildest dreams
I will tell you about what I don’t understand at all
I am
Your 7th sense
Your double bottom
Your second face
you are
A sure forecast
The Principle of Hope
A stripe of light at night
Sometime I will find and I will love you
The red life flows in our veins
I serve it to you on a golden tray
You get me out of the gray valley of tears
Let all miracles happen at once,
Amazed that I can’t see and hear anymore
I am
Your 7th sense
Your double bottom
Your second face
Your favorite color
Your sportiest car
Your deepest dive
Your glider
you are
A good prognosis
The Principle of Hope
A stripe of light at night
I’ll find you and love you more than me
I love you more than me
At some point I will find you
I will find you or I won’t find you at all
I love you more than me
And I find you
I will find you or I won’t find you at all
Herbert Grönemeyer, German singer and songwriter
