Two lonely Cars

An escaping sheet of paper running through the vinyard

A pale sun attends my silent days

There´s nothing to be heard, the wind gusts carry away all noises

Take with them all the sounds

I wish it could stay like that

There´s a moment when you want to give up your rudder

When you want yourself being carried away

There´s nothing to be heard, a storm-wave is sweeping away all dampness

Swallowing all the sounds

I wish it could stay like that

Two lonely cars in the middle of a landscape

And the howling wind with the force of renewal and promises

There was a hint of inspiration in the grey sky

And the strong wind promised life´s force and eternity

The world, our world holds its breath

In January