Was hatte Gott denn nur im Sinn

Stared back a cirrus cloudall puffed and full of pride.A face was evident and well aglowif it was me I would be keen to hide.

through fields of golden sugarcane,conductor does the countin’s.The choo-choo whistles in the nightand blows its steam to Heaven,up on the roof I fly my kiteI’m just about eleven.Our voyage is to Italymy folks below are sleeping,the train enjoys the sceneryits headlights, though are weeping.It ran, near Stuttgart on a riseinto a Saint Bernard.The dog was…

deep in the forest for the treasures of the Gods.His name was Hickelfloggendorp, a Nordic specimen,he’d dig with callused hands the forest floorfor truffles, under bushes and the roots of pine.He could not see inside the silence of the mound,he felt a gap, a horizontal port of call,half hidden in the curls of moss, it…

are microscopic andsubmicroscopic…..’However, since we aretalking about‘weapons of mass destruction’we ought to give creditwhere credit is due.Our real enemies arethe powers that aim tomake us dependent,the merchants who try tosell health care as apro-active entity rather than a‘reactive’ one.They offer free examinationsand they manipulatelong- established laboratory values,all in the name of more profit.They go hunting…

And mother had just chilled his favourite winewhen all the doorbells rang at once to show dismay.The plane had crashed this morning at the Herbert Rivernot one survivor had escaped the crocodileshis lovely mother just ignored that sudden shiverand started cleaning with the steamer her floor tiles.‘Yes he will be here, he would never miss…

It was the time and agewhen a young boy decidesto take the plungeif it is possible at all.It was, but only just.There never wasa bang, discharge of fireworks,today, I think it mayhave been the urgency,and, like the crowdsbefore the summer salethey stayed behindand never saw the light of day.