... salut de nouveau

Wieder auf Reisen.
Du fragst oft nach mir.
Ich telephonier
noch vorm Zubettgehen mit dir.


Freu mich auf den Moment,
wenn ich steh in der Tür,

und du läufst mir jauchzend entgegen.

...

Und dann öffne ich meine Arme für dich.
Ja, dann öffne ich meine Arme für dich!


Dann öffne ich meine Arme, Gerhard Schöne (1992)


Sonntag, 26. August 2018

My father's house



Last night I dreamed that I was a child out where the pines grow wild and tall 
I was trying to make it home through the forest before the darkness falls 

I heard the wind rustling through the trees and ghostly voices rose from the fields 
I ran with my heart pounding down that broken path 
With the devil snappin' at my heels 

I broke through the trees and there in the night 
My father's house stood shining hard and bright
the branches and brambles tore my clothes and scratched my arms 
But I ran till I fell shaking in his arms 

I awoke and I imagined the hard things that pulled us apart 
Will never again sir tear us from each others hearts 
I got dressed and to that house
I did ride from out on the road I could see its windows shining in light 

I walked up the steps and stood on the porch 
a woman I didnt recognize came and spoke to me through a chained door 
I told her my story and who I'd come for 
She said "I'm sorry son but no one by that name lives here anymore" 

My fathers house shines hard and bright it stands like a beacon calling me in the night 
Calling and calling so cold and alone 
Shining cross this dark highway where our sins lie unatoned

Bruce Springsteen