someone is sitting on the beach
someone is sitting on the beach and
listen to the waves …
someone is sitting on the beach and
listen to the waves, how
thousands before him
have listened to the waves.
the waves that
tell of the eternities for ages.
they talk
with the wind, with the trees, with the animals, with the clouds, with the stars.
and we can listen.
the waves know everything.
listen!
someone is sitting on the beach and
listen to the waves …
a small dot that appeared on the beach at some point,
comes and goes from time to time,
until after a vanishingly short time
will be gone forever.
a small point,
which was almost always a question mark disguised as an exclamation mark,
provide
with an eternally repeating
da capo al segno.
a small point,
who wanted to understand the waves and
couldn’t even understand himself.
the waves know everything.
the waves that have been telling of the eternities for ages.
There’s someone sitting there who has been
eternity in this world.
Perhaps nothing was in vain,
Maybe everything had to be the way it was:
to cover a long distance,
which was full
of joy, fear, pain, love,
believing, turning, deceiving, searching, finding and losing,
with the wish
to come to yourself.
to get to the bottom of it,
to feel what he himself feels,
to think what he himself thinks.
someone is sitting on the beach and
listen to the waves …
(14.dec 07)