-Start-     -Texte-     -Suche-     -Verweise-     -Gästebuch-     -Kontakt-          english
The Little Song for the Little Devil

Guess who stays to me closer then all?
Guess who carries of my own life and soul?
Guess who looks at me often from there?
– Devil, Devil.
Guess who waits for me beyond the boundary?
– Devil, Devil.

Thought a ray flying through the center of the universe
Glance – a key discovering aspect of the moving of all
alive
Abyss in the core of permanents
Blood bets in the fairy dance of delight


[Fehler melden]       [Druckversion]