Ah, all caterpillars enthused, the town of love, romantic costumes and neverending carnivals.
We cannot wait to ride a gondola through the canals with a singing gondolier, sighed the scorpions.
More like the town of stinking waters and rotting buildings, a group of three pouting cats dampened the other animals' enthusiasm. And now they even charge admission for that. It's a disgrace, a real scandal. The greatest scam in history.
Have you ever been to this town before? Twenty-Five, our little tawny owl asked.
No, the three cats pouted, but we smelled it from a thousand miles away, this rotten stink of selling out the town's history. Good, that it is going to sink into the sea more sooner than later. Maybe the salty waters can wash away all the sins of the past and present.
Life must be understood backward, but it must be lived forward, said Søren Kierkegaard, thinks the tawny owl and turns his head in circles.
And so the three pouting cats joined the twenty-six crying cats, the eighteen weary cats, the ten kissing cats, the two cats with wry smile, the twenty-four smiling cats with heart-eyes, the sixteen cats with tears of joy, the eight grinning cats with smiling eyes, the thirty-one grinning cats, the twenty-three spiders, the fifteen scorpions, the seven ladybugs, the twenty-nine bees, the twenty-one ants, the thirty crickets, the twenty-two mosquitos, the fourteen caterpillars, the six snails, the twenty-six butterflies, the eighteen bats, the ten more chicks, the two chicks, the twenty-five chicks, the seventeen penguins, the nine little red birds and the one little tawny owl…
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"Blue Room In Bromford"
I can see you through a pool of darkness
I stretch out my hand to reach you
I know you are there
So please look at me
How I′ve missed you
How I've missed love
My hand is here
If you still know me
Then touch my fingertips
I see the waters move above your face
I feel your naked hand
Please don′t let it go again
Your sacrifice
That meant so much
Left us with no place to stand
Please let me touch
And let me near
Let me near
"Bromford"
You said you wrote a letter
That you will send from Germany
It’s gonna fly through the sky over the deepest seas
When it’s on the way to me
I’ll be waiting for you
I wanna know what you will say
And if you will say it gently
It’s been a while, I wondered why and now it’s clear to see
With your words in front of me
I’ve been waiting for you
But I will move along
And try to carry on
If there’s no more me and you
No more Bromford
You have held my hand, you have kissed my face
Further on down this road we will come to a place
We both know
I slowly read the words you typed
One time, two times, yeah maybe three
But I skipped the part where you said your heart was too wild and free
For somebody like me
If you don’t want me, then i’ll stop waiting for you
Yeah I will move along
And try to carry on
If there’s no more me and you
I will go and find a place
So high and far away
I’ll buy a ticket to the moon
You have held my hand, you have kissed my face
Further on down this road we will come to a place
Now you hold my heart in some sacred space
Further on down this road we have come to a place
We both know we can’t stay
So I will move along
And try to carry on
No more me and you
No more Bromford
