Götz Spielmann. “Revanche”. 2008
“… In this frame of obsession
In this frame
In this frame
I can feel your heart beating
I can sense your doubt
These lips that sing in secret
The private songs you’re lost without…”
A perfect kiss, a perfect hug, a perfect understanding, fleeting snapshots by self-perception, in the margins of unconsciousness and deleterious relationships, because there is a shinning that turns off everything and there must be a place called fate. In the end they die, but not in the way you think they do, blowing their own horns.
“… In this frame of obsession
In this frame
In this frame
I can feel your heart beating
I can sense your doubt
These lips that sing in secret
The private songs you’re lost without…”
A perfect kiss, a perfect hug, a perfect understanding, fleeting snapshots by self-perception, in the margins of unconsciousness and deleterious relationships, because there is a shinning that turns off everything and there must be a place called fate. In the end they die, but not in the way you think they do, blowing their own horns.
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