a little glowing friend
(UR: flugobjekte / flying objects)

5.5.2003
Allmost nothing has happened for a while. But now the pied flycatcher has arrived. It is looking for a place to nest, flying around from one box to another. Females are also already here so there is a good possibility that something interesting will soon happen.

And it is singing the whole day.

I have a secret to tell
I’m your only friend
I’m not your only friend
But I’m a little glowing friend

8.5.2003
The pied flycatcher FEMALE visited the box several times duing a period from 3:19 pm to 4:58 pm. Behaviour like this is quite promising. After all it is the female who make the decision about the nesting.

I’ll never know what you’ll find when you open up your letter box tomorrow
'Cause a little bird never tells me anything I want to know, she’s my best friend, she’s a sparrow
And I’ll never never know what you never never never want to know when you know what you are, oh

muji, I look already so long into this box and don’t know why. I see this light by the carve glow, if this one flows over Finland tomorrow, see the peephole being dazzling whitely, see it herabdämmern, themselves blackening woodenly checkeredly deeply. the world is always a wonderful proportion.

If I had a pair of eyes on the back of my head for each time
You forgot to take out all the things you forgot to talk about when you took a bite out of my spine
I would have a lot of eyes on me by this time wouldn’t I?
Wouldn’t that just be fine

muji. I don’t know how you will find this. read it. forget it, all theory is stupid.

the little seagulls already fish (have you seen?now themselves this is a gezappel, one innards)!

or, muji, laugh also quietly, perhaps I make one jest. sieh only short the pictures of the Thursday evening. when you were so sad.

   


I’m not your only friend
But I’m a little glowing friend
But really I’m not actually your friend
But I am
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul

Too late or soon to make thoughts about love, there’s no time for sorrow.
Run around in the rain with a hole in the brain till tomorrow.


source: bird box cam. and look, muji, also here!

translated by linguatec.
posted by mikkel @ 12:14:08
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