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It means I am the best cleaning lady here.

But purity is known to be an illusion.

We cleaning ladies know

the real dirt is in the depths.

You can never get rid of him.

to hide him also has no purpose.

That's how it is from the cradle to the grave.

it's us

The scales of our skin and our hair.

The cleaning becomes home therapy.

The imprint of much sorrow

i read in bed

I see a spot that bothers

and immediately know what is going on.

I go to the room next door

where he supposedly keeps files.

But he stays there now and then.

where was i just now

Yes. Everything falls into place.

The evidence is clear

like dirty dishes, socks, panties

and other things more

which he secretly throws into the toilet.

And flushes.

But he doesn't check her disappearance.

I rinse again

and fish them out too.

It's ultimately faster.

And no one knows what I know.

Whoever cleans is small for them

in the body and in the mind.

We fall out of their sight.

Perform invisible witchcraft.

We are just crowd without soul and rights

and save their lives beautiful glow.

cosmetic artist should be called us.

Or dirt consultant.

The loss of love is like death.

How could you? In our house?

How could you in our house?

Stop it! - By which?

No scene now. don't make it worse

I do not do.

And where? In our bed?

On our couch? On a chair?

Looks good like this.

Excuse me, are you okay?

Yes, fine, thank you.

Secure? - Yes.

As a woman alone...

If it were me, I would never...

Never what? ...such a beauty

...lose sight of. Not for a moment.

As a woman alone...

I would never... never what?

...such a beauty lose sight of.

Not for a moment.

In addition

...I want to steal you from the man

who doesn't see the queen in you.

when are you free - They are fast.

Oh no, I'm taking my time.

No, I can't believe it.

I say no. Definitive.

it's you!

you knew it No, just guessed.

I said I'll call you.

I expected it.

Ah, you are there...

Far away.

But they sound close. And when...

Return? In a day or two.

I want to see you.

Yes, and where?

Walk and eat in the park.

And talk.

What is?

The taxi dropped me off

I can't hear you well.

Then let's scream now!

I'll get in touch. - Oh good, yes.

I'm glad I found you.

You wish me to clarify for you

when to speak of life.

After an hour or after four.

As if we could determine exactly

when the cell becomes a human life.

You demand evidence and facts.

nontheories, only what is measurable

which also survives re-examination.

Scientists think that's solid.

But wait a minute.

I'm hooked here.

Can objectivity not be a matter of opinion?

We always have to interpret what we see

and then see what we expected.

In the first sperm under the microscope,

there the man saw the human in miniature.

And colleagues eagerly agreed

and gave him lots of praise.

Voila. human or mouse?

Yes, the cell knows its fate.

Who?

Oh Sister Maud...

Of course... a long time ago.

How the time flies.

She's not there. I'll let her know.

I'm sure you want to report.

On the weekend. You just never know for sure.

Yes, always so much work.

How is your aunt?

O God. Is it that bad?

Oh dear, that sounds very serious.

Exactly.

I agree. I'll tell her tonight.

only he's gone when she comes home.

This is how they organize their lives.

You write notes,

but rarely talk.

Hi.

Where are you from?

From Ireland. From Belfast.

They sound... - American.

I have to go there when I'm ten. And you?

I'm from Beirut.

My country is made of stones

but our trees bloom there in spring

and later bear plenty of fruit:

Cherries, plums, peaches.

and her queen she reaches for the sun

until their fruit ripens in warm gold.

the yellow fruit,

the apricot.

the wise old ones,

still feel young.

You feel her secret with your tongue.

Potatoes are our apricots;

we cook, stomp

and we fry them;

we make flour for bread and for dumplings

You can even make pancakes out of it.

The famine still haunts us today.

Even our dead leave us little room.

You speak enigmatically to us in dreams.

So many perished.

They ask us why

did we have to die?

Isn't there a sadder topic?

This conversation is way too lighthearted.

You're right, it can't go on like this.

My aunt in Belfast said

those who survive must not forget.

Memories stay,

they are important.

get lost so everything is void.

She raised me.

I loved her.

I was two when my parents drove.

For a month, but then years passed.

My father came home from time to time.

I never knew if he would take me with him.

Do you believe in God?

Not my aunty.

That's how I have to pray in school

and then well represented at home,

that reason is the true way.

And of course God was dead.

The school was Catholic.

Her catechism filled us with fear

from agony,

and with their punches

they tried to instill faith in us.

To my aunt they were hypocrites.

Only I suffered from this Hü and Hott.

I wanted to atone for my doubts

and sought truth

without rest and rest.

And did you find her?

In science.

And do you really think so?

to see through God's will?

Maybe God has no will at all.

Or it doesn't exist at all. - Such golden hair.

We agree...

...that we don't agree? ...How true.

I talk too much. What about you?

We prefer singing to talking.

A lament or a chorus of joy.

That's up to us.

Nobody tells us that.

Without a doubt, we are so whole

not different, we two.

Say what. - What then?

What is there to say?

Too much of. And nothing.

Please, do you dare?

I adore...

the digit one.

a you, a me,

a moon and a sun.

Do I have to then always circling around you

as a silver star in orbit around your gold?

If you alone only give warmth and light,

and I'm just the cold shadow

the tide draws?

subtlety you hear where there is none.

I just mean...

...the concept of uniqueness,

which is why I appreciate the one so much.

The one as origin is just an illusion

life itself arises from the merger.

Two is together and alone

together, independently, yes and no.

We sing in duet, not as a soloist,

together we forget how sad

life is all alone

It was the two who brought us to the mother.

And the desire to love.

That's correct.

But let's talk now.

From the three.

there is you and him

now I'm there too.

O God, let's hide in the four.

A house with walls and a door,

which closes before all the chaos.

We're going too far. I forgot:

Before one is something to measure the nothing

the vast emptiness of infinity.

That immeasurable big nothing of zero,

the godlike

embraces us and lasts forever.

This number is everything what we need.

The zero is a great majesty,

who guides us silently and silently

advises us. Or?

Pretty.

A bit too mystical for me.

Thanks to zeros we can count,

that were previously unthinkable, measure.

And by the power of ten let's start

understand space and time.

You tricked me! - No.

Sure you have.

You start with one to then claim

to rise to the number of numbers.

No, beautiful woman.

I just wanted to say to you:

You're alone

the light in my days

the velvet night, the rose and

the hand I long for

the secret country

all my longing

Here.

I give you my word

I often had blondes on the mat

they were keen, day and night.

I just looked at her in silence

and they moaned as if by heavenly command.

Then they cried

the tears of happiness. That was aggravated.

Then have her on the phone just annoyed.

Whining and whining every night.

That's it.

In the beginning they brought it.

Ah yes, the brides

but I saw

we must resist temptation.

The devil lures

in many forms on the ice,

but whoever resists him

wins the prize.

The price is Jesus

Kneel before the Lord above

and you shall praise his goodness.

Just because one is easy to get

I'm not calling an exorcist.

They don't know any different

because they were sex objects from an early age.

Yes you will abused from the start.

They go buy and do drugs.

There's no dough left for chocolate.

You don't stand a chance.

I often walked around

and talked to them; simply that way.

What? just talked? You motherfucker, really.

you want to nail her am I right?

since when do you know my life exactly?

you are bankrupt Your wife thought so too.

Shut up, otherwise there's one in the face.

Just a joke. What's with the rum stress?

I never paid for it.

That's a fucking lie, really.

women cost don't fool us.

You won't get a bride free in front of your pipe.

You gotta buy her drinks...

forget the drinks

you have to respect them. They want respect.

Respect? - And decency.

Oh god, I'm about to puke!

you shoot them down after you step over it

and talk about respect?

And it's white cunts white and blond.

oh come on you'll get one soon too.

I saw a woman on the bus once.

She came from afar you could see that exactly.

She sat alone in the corner

a western tourist

with breasts, who pressed themselves to her t-shirt.

The men

stared at her furtively

the same image in every man's mind.

There was a TV. - In the bus?

Don't bullshit us!

Flap! What about the poor woman in the corner?

Every fucking Arab puts one away!

Ahead, that was a movie to watch.

A porn! Pack fucking with moans!

Snout!

He's right, it was obscene.

But different than you think.

It was a woman, young

and beautiful, eyes blue

with long hair that flowed around her

like gold, shooting every man

which ran in front of her mouth.

The sun heated our bus.

We sweated, but we just stared.

Her dream figure was almost undisguised.

Just a scrap of fabric

covered hips and chest.

Her red lips were full of lust.

And if she shot a man

her lips parted slightly.

She shed the blood with joy.

And she had a flag.

She wore it on her body namely no rags,

more of a symbol: Stars and Stripes.

It was a blonde

from America.

They show their wives' bodies

really worldwide.

That's correct. They don't know any

shame or modesty.

well listen not everything is black and white.

You are not saints either as far as I know.

In his homeland women wear veils.

They live worse than in prison.

The lobes look like beaks.

When I see that, I get goosebumps.

You are enslaved.

What happened to the bride

the one with the boobs under his shirt?

she was a stranger

so she was a guest and to our guests

are we nice

That's it? What the babble is really fat.

The godmother is here. Take care.

Hi Beauty!

i feel fat And what do you mean?

Oh little one, you are beautiful

and much more.

You'll soon be followed by the guys.

And not only that

because of the eyes or the figure.

you are not fat

and even if, you would still be beautiful

You too think I'm fat.

you don't bring

too much on the scale.

But what I tell you as godmother:

you are much more than just your reflection.

stop torturing yourself

you are slim

And doubts only make you sick.

Aren't you so worried?

Because of the wrinkles and such?

The addiction to beauty is currently normal;

you have to fight against that she is going.

I'll color every gray strand

and lift every wrinkle immediately.

hold on. I'll do it when I'm 23.

How is the school?

OK.

What are your interests?

You mean what's fun?

You like to play too much

the hollow party girl,

I'll never see you like this

if need be,

is there something i like.

I like to lie in bed and

dream in front of me and notice

things are not as they seem.

This is true.

If you take a closer look

one sees, basically there is only chemistry.

Everything exists of sulfur and of tin,

of phosphorus, lead, Potassium and Platinum...

from mercury, zinc and hydrogen,

of gold and silver and uranium,

made of carbon, iron and vanadium,

Argon, helium, titanium...

So what do you really want to be?

Famous.

i was a doctor

with the scalpel.

I helped people well and quickly.

Like my father, I was

a surgeon. Then I came here.

What should I do?

I became a chef

carved meat in the restaurant.

I'm very good at it.

I cut,

the ham I avoid.

So artistically delicate

like lace lingerie.

I like the work very much.

are you wasting

because here are not your gifts?

Why did you leave a country

that would have recognized your talent?

For no reason.

Why fly halfway around the world

sad and lost?

Maybe yes...

now it occurs to me again.

I was a surgeon

but that's over now

the plot rewritten

the hero rightly clipped, expelled,

an unworthy person.

As a chef, a man

that you wouldn't look at.

Is that what you're getting at?

No ornament for the chic house?

Once I saved

a man from certain death.

I operated.

When he started breathing again

I knew then that he would live.

And all only through my art.

I wanted to go, but there stood

three men I knew in the door.

And they didn't get to talk.

It was night.

they hated and brought weapons.

Said, I'm wasting my talent

to a murderer who once had children

her or mine, could kill.

They shot him dead before my eyes.

They said don't disguise the enemy

as patients. In our country

you only heal our people is that clear?

I packed my bags and was gone.

They had killed someone

and the idea that doctors heal everyone

and not divided by race.

And they still presume

they would have it in their name done by my people.

You can't understand.

Oh yes, and whether.

You are not alone there.

I know the story like it's mine

I see the father calling for the son

and see the houses after the explosion.

I hear the shots, feel the horror

when it knocks at night. The fear of women.

I hear, how they recruit the boys.

They march and the mother cries.

That boy too will be stolen from her.

She has already buried two. hear them complain

Hear the bell calls her to church

she should praise the Lord

and sing.

I saw the holy war.

You have to from here don't go far.

You are looking good.

Thanks, is that true?

There's a sparkle in your eyes.

I'm tired on the other hand.

Everything hurts. Excuse me,

that I'm crying out like this.

I hang out you see half the world.

how can you get up

after such short nights?

That's what makes you different from me.

I just don't have your energy.

Sure you have And I'll never reach your form

What was the conference about?

They want ethical absolution.

Otherwise they call us murderers.

Aren't you? - Kate!

I only pity the poor...

cells! It's just cells.

Excuse me!

Do you feel pain?

How often do I have already defended my work?

How are the kids? - Good.

The little ones are angels.

Only the big ones cause problems.

She's squatting in her lumber room

and don't talk to me.

You were gone with her.

How was it?

Kind. I thought it was wonderful.

Because she admires you, of course.

She just thinks I'm boring.

i want to go like you

Get away on a sunny day.

One airport is like the other.

I always wanted to travel.

I'm packing now Shoes on and off again.

Costumes and hairstyles are what count.

I envy you.

I envy you. - Why?

Your jogging suit may slurp,

your baby is allowed to you drooling on the t-shirt.

Great.

you paint a nice picture

that in your opinion applies to mothers.

We would be there

not here without mothers.

Why does it always have to end like this?

As a contest, who suffers the most?

Maybe you're better off.

You are a single parent.

In my open marriage it's going bad

we don't talk too many lies

when love dies then you have to cheat.

You know us both, I don't want to

tell too much. What did he say?

Ah, actually nothing.

You goddess of love, whore, bitch,

you are my heart, light up the lamp,

those in the velvet night points the way to you.

Hold me. Hold me tight.

Your complexion, your moans and your scent,

your existence makes me almost die.

I'm waiting for you full of desire.

let me burn in the flame

the us two

welded together.

Before you, I didn't know what life means.

I've never

felt so deep

Oh my love

i get washed away

I am no longer a solid body

I'm just feeling.

call me whore

and I ask you for more.

Call me by name, tell me words,

who offend me deeply.

if you say them then they are like music.

How can I excite you even more?

with what words

which name?

I fuck you as a Metrasse and as queen

and rob you of your senses with dirty tricks,

to show you

how i adore you

by humiliating you

I bow to you

Do you hear my whisper in your ear?

of fantasies and dreams,

that you have never confessed?

Yes please, tell me everything!

Forbidden thoughts become free

and all chains are broken. - Yes.

you have to risk that the most intimate places

that you have seen so far dissolve

and your blossom could be seen.

singing,

dancing,

buzzing,

laughing...

come beloved,

come over.

Grace, come in.

Is she here?

no But just wait.

Make yourself at home. Take a seat next to me.

Do you want to drink something?

tea maybe? - No thanks.

How's it going at school?

Good.

I don't have much to say.

Understand.

You're keeping a low profile. How wise.

I do my best.

You do not have to do anything. you just have to be

Take your time, until you are old like me.

I'm not that young.

And you are not that old.

How sweet of you.

Can I confide in you?

your godmother,

she thinks I'm cold.

Yet she is the cool one.

I have feelings too.

He said you're cold.

Who? - Well, your husband.

oh heaven What did he want...

I wanted to visit you you were gone.

He spoke of secret feelings.

Understand.

And when was that exactly?

He also held my hand.

goodness gracious And then?

In the evening I want to talk without shyness.

She thinks I'm not true to myself anymore

and don't listen to me anymore

that she doesn't understand either

that it doesn't work without change.

Like a student, the mentality

she has since we have known each other.

dreams, talk, noble goals,

her world is full of trees

that grow into the sky.

I want to set things straight

and now I am the great enemy.

And she as a researcher

means maintaining integrity.

She's always right and only her suffering

this is real and i'm always wrong.

And English too!

And she's Irish through and through.

In truth, she's gone by the age of ten

and then lived in the States,

what she likes to forget.

She insists on her origin

and plays the oppressed.

I would like to know,

why she never flies there

and the last communist sees:

Your aunty in Belfast.

to tell her that he abuses us both.

How our marriage is That's none of your business.

And then he also said...

she respects me I bang him.

My godchild. how could he?

Have you ever seen dead people?

Honestly... - Your people...

Who? ...be so naive.

What?

Your worldview is so wrong.

You believe,

that all pain goes away

and that you can break any chain.

you are free and you have to defend it

with tanks, bombs, helicopters.

And where you come from nobody thinks like that?

Why are you picking on me?

I see life and death not like you.

Is that really true?

You researcher come from the west.

you think you're smart the best,

and your lives for more valuable than others.

how are you talking to me please

What do you know about my ideas?

Or from my work?

Well, they don't ask much of you.

I cook at night

and by day you are here.

What do you want from me?

you don't know much about me

I know about your marriage, your husband.

A lover for the day.

And is there more for the night?

What do I know? - I don't have affairs.

There is only you.

Oh shit, my life was worse

than just sinful.

You could really forget me back then.

I only have eaten from garbage cans.

I had no more pride

cheated everyone

was full of dirt and I just lied.

I had no more friends.

because i me turned away from Jesus.

It was hell.

But He healed me.

God be praised, us down from the throne

in this evil world sends his son.

Was it you who turned?

No, He saw your face and ran!

Don't tease him. Just...

I can't believe in a father

leaving the son in such a mess.

Why was he so late?

I say so. I don't buy that from anyone.

I am godfather and you're just dirt

and land in the trough with holy water.

With that, one less sinner at the door

knocking from heaven when it's over?

He is full of grace. - I can't stand this.

God doesn't exist.

And if there is, then it's mean.

you are too negative - Do not get me started!

You just don't get women, man.

I agree! When God chooses that sack over there

and I'm unlucky. Is that fair?

He even takes you in his kindness.

Repent and He will redeem you from the evil

forgive what you say today.

Kneel down and start praying.

Go away, you bum! Not with me!

That's not what I meant. - What then?

are you starting too - I'm just asking.

you need to talk right now

Are you going to your fucking mosque?

unbeliever!

Understand, you are a fundamentalist!

Be careful what you say. - Are you scared?

Do not make a fool of yourself.

Stray Lamb... - Lamb?

Lamb of God in Hell.

He was in paradise...

Stop the fucking god.

there is no paradise just this junk.

It's just teeming with Kanaks here.

The asylum seekers are like cockroaches

and steal our damn jobs.

As a thank you we're being blown up!

Mistake!

You soon lost the jihad.

The fight is carried out in the soul.

The base instincts that are

our enemy. We fight the animal in us.

The primitive self without the mind.

Hence the law. It's hard in Islam

but also fair.

A bomb is fucking unfair.

You Arabs are all bad.

We are all the same? You ignoramus!

I warn you.

You're still proud of your ignorance.

Learn something instead of hanging around.

So what?

You strangers are taking everything from us.

A kanak in each apartment.

You fucking pack of rats.

come back down

Tell me are your hands clean?

i am not arab

Then you can touch me.

I should polish your face!

If you taunt my people

are you mocking me

I have my doubts, but if

I then see a beast like you

then I immediately accept any belief.

Come on, finish him off.

Out.

I need to see you.

I'm sorry. Not now.

And later? - No.

Then sometime tomorrow?

I do not know yet. - Why not?

i have problems

Me too. Already forgotten?

Listen...

We need to talk, let's continue.

To a hotel

for a night or two. i pay

Excuse me.

How are you?

Good.

Not more?

Get lost.

How was it? Say that again.

I can't read minds but if

it must be I'm still learning for you.

I've got to get out of here.

Sometimes you are a beast.

A beast that is annoying, like savvy.

Yes, just get some fresh air.

Why so quiet? Why never fight?

Isn't it time for that?

To my self control i'm proud

You speak every thought.

I don't and I'm glad about that.

I only want what is best for us.

Don't sigh like that.

Am I the only one, who feels something here?

Why are you so cold?

what should i feel

Dreams gone? our end?

Do you want the emptiness fill with meaningless?

Maybe renovate the house?

Celebrating a birthday or wedding anniversary?

We should wake up somewhere else

at the beach,

where we feel the pain of emptiness.

You are reading a book with frustration

and you don't want to

on the expensive dinner we're eating

You act like it's all my fault.

Do you think I liked to fail?

Do you think I like being accused

that you in one cold prison sits

and grow old with me without wanting it?

It's better not to feel anything.

Once there was love, yes for sure.

once you found our conversation erotic;

it flowed away

like nectar or juice.

Fuck it all.

Fuck it, what the heck?

How is your aunt?

I don't know.

you didn't call? - Not yet.

You are like that... - What am I?

poor in feeling don't you care about her?

Of course not!

I warn you, don't interfere.

Yes, I'm close. Way too close.

I love her and call her immediately.

Oh no, it's much too late.

How could you Grace say these things?

What's wrong?

I can not go on like that.

How?

What did I say?

I need you.

i need your body

What's wrong?

Don't hang up right away.

It doesn't work - What? Tell me.

if you ask your heart

so you see clearly

that my conduct was honorable.

But we have to go separate ways now.

What?

we have to what?

You can not.

Why?

My body was at your disposal

now I want him back.

He used to be mine.

But every word I say was the truth.

I adored you

you were

my heaven.

Your honeyed words

have a bitter aftertaste.

A doubt arises

and poisons my spirit.

The bad question must come out.

I hate to ask because you said

you wouldn't have any other I am

your secret country

land of desire.

Nevertheless...

Who is she?

No female bodies still appeals to me.

And please believe if I protest:

There would never be another between us.

You scarlet goddess

are holy to me

I never wanted to feel like that.

Going blind from lust for a kiss.

My spirit is on fire.

I once longed for you

now I hate and want revenge

you pig

stab a knife in the back.

So that the hypocrisy goes away.

The hypocrisy?

i never lied to you

How do I clear your mind?

I have to wash you

yes, from head to toe.

what are you saying

how can you distrust me

Wash myself?

Am I defiled for you?

your words hurt - O my goddess.

Do not call me that. That's not me.

On long days I felt and tasted you

lust seduced us.

The magic of skin on soft skin.

But it is sin and mine

Blood calls loud...

Wait a moment.

Blood? Sin?

What's wrong?

I remembered who I am.

The wise old men warn us

that a woman's love distracts us.

riches received from a much higher kind,

who resists base temptations.

You challenge me to sin.

are you just calling me your sin?

Do you really think I'm unclean?

a dirty blonde

a used cunt,

a little distraction for in between,

a fucking machine?

I'm not just goddess or queen.

I say today who I am.

Also your teacher or even king!

You have been crowned by my words.

Fuck you!

Who do you think You Are?

that we us

yes understand. i am king

O Lord, pardon

You are the son.

Not me. I am the daughter,

so subhuman.

You and

your people, you play the master man.

you come to rule to destroy,

you rob the country, you rob the oil.

Do you call that civilized?

your country is a fire breathing dragon.

A people, that only honors brand names.

Big Mac, Big Burger, everything is big there.

And you, Amiblonde, are too skinny.

Too fit, not feminine enough.

The skin too sallow, too pale.

And the eyes too blue.

why do you dominate my dreams, woman?

So we are at war.

You terrorist!

imperialist! - Hypocrite!

Female dog!

How could this happen?

Stop seeing me as the enemy.

I'm only from the US.

I'm Irish too.

So what?

You still have roots somewhere

you forgot

that you are not omnipotent.

you are the superpower

hear our children cry and laugh,

because they are not your children.

That's not fair.

You know it's about crime

didn't come in my name.

I feel no pride only deep shame.

I am an individual.

I'm me.

me here me there

Nobody stands alone.

I know you're right.

i am not your enemy

When did that start?

From Elvis to...

Eminem on Warhol's works,

I read your books

I can remember your songs

do you know mine

And I even try

to forge rhymes in your language.

Do you know a word in my language?

Algebra has been an Arab.

you read the bible have you read the quran

Is that why I'm rejected by you?

I don't violate

I ask for respect, nothing more.

you say you want me But as what?

As an exotic diversion?

As a lap dog?

Toy? Gigolo?

You buy me at the restaurant with a visa.

I should be hard so that you melt.

it's just my body that you desire

not my noble origin,

and so you destroy my dignity.

Your pride is very hurt

you feel small Do you understand now?

They spit on me here out of fear.

Where else can I find honor in this country

where it would be impossible for you

just say my name?

I hear you.

keep talking

In your country,

no one sees me

I'm not a man here.

You don't know what it's like

because you are white, privileged,

guaranteed your human rights

and I have to fight for everything.

I have to go now.

I didn't call.

Why didn't I call?

You're late, like always.

never mind I know you're busy.

That's your life. But too much

it doesn't bother you this back and forth.

Always restless, you never stop.

Unlike me. I stay here.

How long? Possibly forever.

It is really odd, sneaks up.

First something pulls, maybe in the knee,

and then an old man lies in bed.

And nobody was so nice

me from excess time to warn

that I get too late to fulfill my dreams.

Oh aunty...

Fate delivers

everything on the head.

I have more to say than ever

only one balances me every day

up from the bed in the chair and back.

So much experience could I present

But that won't do you a bit

interested.

I'll stop, don't you have to go?

how many minutes are you there Five or ten?

I never know, when we see each other again

your goodbye is a hit every time

your be here hardly worth the journey.

And take that smile off your face.

If I'm dead, you'll be sorry.

That was a joke,

a little cheer is good.

But of course it's true

that you never asked me many things.

you will regret that that is clear.

When I was a child, no one could tell me

why the time always only

running forward. And ask

I wasn't allowed to ask

about the world and

why we can't save anything anymore,

when things went wrong.

You would have to make the mistakes cancel.

The second attempt would succeed

then we could master life.

But we don't get a sample.

Stand only once

we in the spotlight

and know nothing about it.

I do not see any sense

in the so-called world design.

I'm not a believer either.

For me the sky is empty.

And if I've learned one thing is it this:

It's in my hands alone.

And in yours.

Everyone is the smith of his own fortune.

Will it end badly we decide

whether it will be good, too.

But now: what about you?

At least you finally have red cheeks.

I have forever

didn't see you like that.

Now I know it:

You're in love.

Not in the stiff British, I hope.

It was clear that this was a mistake.

As soon as someone else comes

your heart tells you:

The men are by no means all the same.

Some are better and not so cranky.

Another trick from that one up there

which doesn't even exist.

Unless I overlooked it or forget.

No, my memory is perfect.

I go through this all the time.

What's the use of knowing that I carry inside me?

I would exchange it immediately

against just one day

in Cuba... - What did you say?

You understood me.

Cuba.

I would really like to see the places

the people and all reality.

And Castro.

Castro gave us hope.

He's better than the Pope.

I want to shake hands with him.

do you have to go

Rather the moon is inhabited,

before such a chance comes again.

A big dream in the

other countries who dared it failed.

You will regret it.

Communism goes. And the replacement?

Just the greed.

And desire for things

who never bring the promised happiness.

at my death

I wanna see you cry

pull out your hair in tufts,

and roar your pain through the house.

hit you in the chest full of horror

and tear your clothes to shreds.

And sobbing kneel at my bier,

to find out about my death.

And know I'm a part of you

and that you suffer like an animal.

black clothes, red eyes,

from sleepless long sorrow I want to see

and hear you plead I shouldn't go.

You should hug and complain

you shall with fists hit the walls

when tears choke your breath.

that this is not a dream I want to feel

My death shall be like my life

I want the torment, the fight the screaming.

You should fight desperately for me

you should repent with cramps,

what you didn't say or do.

I even want that hear before you die.

The others will summon you

to go so that I can bite the dust peacefully.

What a nonsense!

I enjoy your mourning.

I wouldn't like to

drown in silence here!

let's death meet with noise.

A bright glow shines in the room.

My end shall wake you up

and free.

And if I leave you will scream.

But I won't be me anymore

Please don't. You mustn't die.

Life is so short

and precious. let's not waste it

Let's face the truth.

every quarrel every step back

leads us in the end but maybe luckily.

Let's fly to Cuba. - What?

Just simply gone. From all.

It has no purpose,

if we only see each other for a few hours.

Come on just you and me

I'm in Beirut.

For real?

With a friend. We were once colleagues.

But he stayed here

today he has a wife and son.

We only have one life.

There will only be this chance.

I'll send you a ticket

and fly ahead.

I was gone a long time...

My aunty died. She is dead.

Tell him everything, every word.

I'll send you the ticket anyway.

dirt doesn't go away

you can only move it.

You burn it or

bury him at will.

But who makes fire

accept smoke

and what was buried resurfaces.

It creeps closer, uninhibited

and when the water rises

much is washed up.

God gave us eyes who overlook a lot.

We wouldn't survive

to touch a bed or a sofa,

if we saw them who lead their lives there.

million little ones

many-legged monsters.

They mate and lay their eggs.

They love our trash.

What is dying from us

guarantees their survival.

Even smaller than mites

are the germs.

We clean what we can

but when we sneeze, the gang flies

riddled with diseases through the lands.

And then just one breath is enough

and they drive their devil's spook.

But germs are not everything what plagues us.

Because there are viruses and they say

that they were the very first beings.

Very tiny. All over. Nobody cleans them up.

Therefore is purity never pore-deep.

The dirt just gets pushed around.

The work never ends i learned

Maybe the earth just a heap of rubbish

and a giant cleaning lady wanted to take a breather.

we only live because we got into it.

Maybe we are

God's forgotten parasites.

We all will never go away

even if we fear it.

The grave diggers do the best

but after death, there are leftovers.

Each creature becomes another's food,

each is the mother of the other

or at least something like a host.

Death is just change.

We leave traces.

A fingerprint.

Confusion. Sometimes pain.

The fear in someone's heart.

Mummy?

With our remains is no joke.

God if you exist

then I have to confess to you.

Please answer me this time.

Don't let me guess your opinion

I could misunderstand

I got so lost

that I no longer belong in a church.

I got the credit sung of science

all my life, every day.

But I could say that was my prayer.

For 20 years, God, so long, with intellect

I dissect

with caution and respect.

And every cell was a source of miracles.

I wanted to find everything

unravel your mystery.

you never lie, god but bottom line

Do you have secrets - like me.

And I have my doubts not escape.

love has me consumed and spit out.

One blooms to decay

just impermanence resides in all of us.

She is the only sure thing in life.

someday will there's no more me

I am still there.

O God,

can you forgive me

that I don't believe in you?

Senora!

A gentleman.

On closer inspection, nothing goes away.

It's just going through a change.

This is how day becomes night.

But even that is not true.

The point of view makes that clear.

It depends, where you are on earth.

No matter how you twist or turn it

you can't blur your life

You toil with that in vain.

Because what you do and say stays there.

Forever. Burnt in forever.

Basically, the mind tells us.

There is no nothing that can not be.

Maybe it's just tiny

but it is there.

And now I even suspect: There is no "no".

There is only "yes".