Before you close your eyes

by Lichtenberg

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Nothing just happens Through the closed window I see the landscape, which only a few meters in front of me is waiting motionless to be discovered. While I think of love, tradition and beauty, I wonder what day could be today. I will not tell you. They are the secrets that don't have to be shared. The journey begins where the heart meets the soul and ends where they found each other. I have no time to think about earthly things before I leave. One day I will return. My opinion does not change. I was fast on my way, I took risks, calculated. Sometimes I don't know where the journey will take me. But I know that it takes my breath away, makes my tears flow. Nothing just happens. The journey begins where the heart meets the soul and ends where they found each other. I need a place where I can hide. A safe place where the horizon is waiting to be swallowed by the sun. I will still be there tomorrow. The feast of love brings me to the place of my dreams. Is there an escape? I don't know. I leave everything behind. I need time. I feel free.
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Who believed in her? When we tell the kids what to look like, we tell them they're ugly. The boy hides his pretty face behind curly long hair and is ashamed of his ears. The girl hides her narrow body in a sweater that is too wide and her hands which are too big in a pants pocket that is too deep. Broken souls in a crazy world. When we tell the children what to be, we tell them that they are bad. The little boy who loved his piano became a lawyer. Who defended him? The little girl who loved the ballet became a priestess. Who believed in her? Broken souls in a crazy world. If we tell the children when the time is right for singing and dancing, for joy and grief, anger has no place, we tell them they are wrong. The little girl who hatched the best tricks is a control freak today. Creativity was stolen from her. The little boy who gave his thoughts to the wayside works as a prison guard. Peace and serenity became a threat. Broken souls in a crazy world. Were you allowed to jump through puddles? Always, except Sundays and when one of the big ones watched. Did you climb trees and steal cherries? Often, when they were ripe, except Sundays and when there was no observation. Did you smoke cigarettes in the schoolyard, hidden behind the wall? Sometimes, except Sundays, when I felt heroic and thought no one would notice. Attempts at bribery were useless. Broken souls in a crazy world. The love to your child must be limitless. Courage him to see the world. His world. Make it discover the world. His world. Stand by him. Trust him. Let the children be children and their souls will not be broken. in this crazy world.
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The sun-lit moon in front oft the abandoned house the last light go out The night starts Perfect peace prevails Straight ahead the hanging branches of the old heavy tree are bobbing in the wind The old tree beckons you He speaks to you wants that you listen to him You look at him At the sky the sun-lit moon will protect you will go to make room fort the sun will accompany you. The sparkling stars dance happily as it they where celebrate the night The moon wants to be quiet And the wolves are howling But the stars do not let themselves be confused While the tree talks about joy and sorrow, luck and pain, love and sadness it is numbing Almost ghostly calm prevails even the old tree has stopped talking and is standing still Now and then it rustles At the sky the sun-lit moon will protect you will go to make room fort the sun will accompany you the night is alive it has many surprises ready that you can not recognize The fog sneak around the corner And lay down, leisurely, scaryly You perceive a noise Someone wants to enter your peace Silently watch the wandering moon At the sky the sun-lit moon will protect you will go to make room fort the sun will accompany you. The tirelessly dancing stars he takes with him on his journey into the unknown The old tree seems to have fallen asleep You smile at him one last time before you even close your eye At the sky the sun-lit moon
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While I sleep At night, while I sleep, I don't think. By day, while I am awake, I think of the shadows in front of the sun, and of the moon and the stars. About the fact that I see them. The past is everywhere, the future is far away, the present is. I lie in the sand, the fat black beetle fights with it. The weed is dancing out of control. I hear the sea breathing, I see the fire burning, the chaos, the devastation, the dust and the driftwood. Whenever I walk along the beach, I can hear you, see you, feel you. And only at night, while I sleep, I don't think. The sun flashes in my face. The heaven is near me. My gaze reaches afar into the land. As if I would see something. There' s a storm and I am in the middle of it. It comes and goes. The thunder is trapped in it, uncontrolled. A lightning bolt is in the dark. It is freed, arrives, goes away to come back. Stranded. Landed. Marvelous magic. Reached. Hold on. Silently the air passes me by and allows high and deep tones in me to sound. Recollections and experiences of the past let me arrive in the present. The sky is clean, almost boring. It is not to be misled. Like my thoughts that leave no room for unrest. Like my freedom, which I do not let be taken. I face the sun with the freedom I have gained. I leave the everyday life behind me. And only at night, while I sleep, I don't think. The heaven is bright. The heaven becomes dark. In the fading light I see the finish line. The grass flickers. The fear goes and the seeds I have sown are ready for picking. And only at night, while I sleep, I don't think.
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Landing stage When we think of love we feel strong arms which embrace our body We see a landing stage Happiness seems to be with us Satisfaction seems possible Happiness is like a rolling tree Even in a storm May keep its leaves Satisfaction is like the sunbeam To give power to the flower To unfold Love is like a bird's freedom Who moves to the south in winter To maintain strength Love is happiness and satisfaction We have the strength to make the impossible come true The strength to protect each other With every thunderbolt we need protection Only we can give ourselves We can walk through rivers Move rocks Burn fields The fire in us It drives us not to stand where we once were We're leaving To a place Where we can realize On and on Until we arrive On our hill high above the lake overlooking the landing stage
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Somehow Everything With legs pulled up I sit on the beach I stare at the sea and try to find calmness I let the wind blow through my hair A seagull is flying past me So close I can feel the breath I pull my legs closer and closer to my body I protect myself It revolves around me The sun has set into the horizon The color of the sky is strange The sea, the breaking waves, the sand, the bird Somehow everything is worrying The sea swallows the horizon The wind is blowing more and more The hair is flying in the air The sea, the breaking waves, the sand, the bird Somehow everything is depressing The seagull is circling tirelessly in the sky above me The longer I watch it, I know there is something Unbelievable the power it needs to stay in the air Artistic, graceful, charming and also casual I watch it for an indefinite while before I let go of my thightened legs I get up tired I wipe the sand off my pants The sun has set into the horizon The color of the sky is strange The sea, the breaking waves, the sand Somehow everything is ominous The sea seems angry The wind screams evil The hair is confused The sea, the breaking waves, the sand Somehow everything is exciting Through the warm water I walk Get all wet Nothing can stop me The sun has risen on the horizon The color of the sky is bright The sea, the waveless sea Somehow everything is clearness The sea calms down The wind calms down The hair sticks to the head The sea, the waves Somehow everything is changing The seagull stays behind me I'm leaving it Or it leaves me The Horizon, the sea Everything is tangible, accessible, available Everything will always change
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Who i am 06:18
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Love Letter 06:16
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Still here 05:43
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released February 9, 2019

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Die saarländische Band Lichtenberg wollte in gar keines der engen Schublädchen passen: Rock, Prog, Alternative....nichts wollte passen, so bastelten sich die drei Freunde ihr eigenes Genre: New Kraut.
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