“Well, I asked for something to eat I’m hungry as a hog So I get brown rice, seaweed And a dirty hot dog I’ve got a hole Where my stomach disappeared Then you ask why I don’t live here Honey, I gotta think you’re really weird”
“Da wachsen Kinder auf an Fensterstufen, die immer in demselben Schatten sind, und wissen nicht, daß draußen Blumen rufen zu einem Tag voll Weite, Glück und Wind, – und müssen Kind sein und sind traurig Kind.”
(R.M. Rilke in Das Stundenbuch) Marchienne au Pont (B)
“Over these things I could not see; These were the things that bounded me; And I could touch them with my hand, Almost, I thought, from where I stand. And all at once things seemed so small My breath came short, and scarce at all.”
