|
|||||
|
|
|||||||||||||
| Anna Swir |
(1986)
|
 |
||
| Love divides the lovers | ||||
| You´re jealous of the joy you give me, because I betray you with it. What you give as a trickle explodes in me as a river. It lifts me up far beyond your reach, to paradises you will never know and never understand. We are foreigners, enemies, singing our love song in different languages. Your body no more than an instrument for giving joy to my body, which is much the more chivalrous arrangement. I won´t be submerged in you. I want you to be submerged in me. My laughing egoism defends and adorns my nakedness, it´s a lifebelt. The skin divides two beating hearts, the love divides the lovers. The beautiful song of the night is a song of war. |
||||
|
|
||||
|
||||
| Optimiert für MS InternetExplorer 5.0 + und 1024x768 |
|