Against the fogged car window
my fingers call to the outside
while you walk away
tossing away the past, of years long.
...
Today I lie my yesterdays in a bottle
from which I can shake memories
as it fits me
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Build your monument to a war
that you have lost at Cuito Cuanavale
and try to deceive the world
about your victory
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The band was already playing
a marching song
and officers, non-commissioned ranks
and troops spotless
...
The sun inspects
rows and rows of trees
and at night
the moon is at ease while every thing freezes
...
I experienced a cold war
and silently it sneaked in,
first in the way that you looked at me
that was cutting right through me
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It was a small white house
near to a hillock
with a red painted plate roof
and it felt somehow
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In Primary school
we played in the field
above the school
in break time.
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Falling through space with rushing air
you dropp from a plane as if flying on wings
with wind blowing everywhere, sweat in your hair
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I want to be with you
and times take its toll,
make that I fear the separation,
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