Trafika Europe 11 - Swiss Delights

stoneage

the bridge and i, we are two fighters. we show each other no mercy but we are fair. our weapons are somewhat unequal, i have nothing except my will to live, she lures me with peace, sleep. she is the witch with the poisoned red apple. yesterday the water sparkled in all the colors of the rainbow, she glowed so intensely as if there was a big party at the bottom of the river, with chinese lanterns and fireworks. it would only take a few seconds. my stay in bruno’s belly was already a while ago. sometimes i would like to be in his real belly — a tiny ball, i would not hurt him. i would be in a cave, i would be nothing more than a bit of ball-shaped life, without fear, without pain, without rage. a garden which i would care for, a game of colors and shapes. i would barely attract attention, as a ball. soon the water will begin to dance. it won’t matter any longer, this planet is too cold for me anyway. lit bymoons. you cannot trust them, their cold with the blue, glass- fangs. i have nothing else to loose but half-ness. the rest a strange sun burned away, even before this braincrazy planet grew around me. what do i have to do with this stiff mass silvia? this half-ness, incapable of living. what have i to do with the devouring monsterplanet that envelopes me more and more, surrounds me like a murderous, greedy carnivorous plant?

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