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(UR: personen / persons)

Two blue tents crawl on thin feet of it. An army of trees begins the departure into formation. A black dog races around the corner, a cyclist buzzes into the offstage. I clean the world shinily with my looks.

Shiny and empty.

The ice-cream stall has already shut up. Four trampolines look with big empty farewell eyes. The lawn has rolled away already.

My look is a ship in distress. Loaded heavily plows it itself by escaping bushes, trees, stabs into gray concrete currents, creeps under park benches, bucks to the heavens.

This one is gray.

I can hardly maneuver. And only the corner of a red cap sharpens also nowhere. No breath pink. No hold. No Mikkel.

A specific observation of persons or localities by means of the TowerCam is inadmissible.

I know I know. But I watch quite unaimedly, I swear it.

I wouldn’t have looked at him at all first, the Mikkel, best. How I didn’t do it so. Not stared so red at its red little cap. I would have preferred to determine birds.

My looks sweep well. Too good.

Or I would have worn sunglasses. Sava, what do you mean? Would Mikkel then still be there? Wants to tell, explain to him so much. This morning. He was already gone there.

So I jump s for the world on the highest point of our large system where the air is thin there? below powerful to and herpeitscht by actions of different guests. More whitely one freight cars does with an open door at me past (Gast_23 is at the oar), a complete lock ear high (Gast_8) splashes besides my right ones, a pullover at a clothesline coils around my ankles (Gast_3). Mikkel doesn’t meet me. The storm dies down sometime. It is my turn.

My look sweeps the jetsam, the overturned towers, the together sunk stadium, the abgebröselten Alps having been washed up to a small heap together. I shove the small heap under the Schuhabtreter of the large world system. Welcome and goodbye stands on this there.

The world is then empty.

Sava? Are you still anywhere?

Mikkel?

Such a beautiful little cap was, the red one.

Do you come back?

Oh, I have seen a seagull ... ..., Mikkel, with stripes, spots, points, ornaments there.

Mikkel search: TowerCam, Olympiaturm, looking and splashing always well.

Translated by Linguatec
posted by muji @ 13:17:34
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