O.c.d. More Condition_symptoms Manfred

Novembre

obri
i els seus your braces every matí
com nu cercaves between them
rocks the trail of TEUs Paradis. On són els

ocells d'ales blanques? On
salvatge is remor? On
marina is memory? D'
Elisi escuma i nord?

I mut, Contemplative tragedy recordes
fugir
d'quan cultivars that Alemanya boirosa
on sentit had no hi res. But

Manfred, Li has fet sea que l'aigua S'ha
tenyit de mort,
arriving to the ch of vergonya platja
that ho embRuten tot? But

Manfred, Li fet to the sea have
That t'han atravessat cor, amb
Llanca misery, l'ho Atlantic bellesa inundava
that tot? Novembre

obri
i els seus your braces every matí
com nu cercaves between them
rocks the trail of TEUs Paradis. But

has estat qui-te ability to steal
an endless sea somni,
banyant life-is to the crit i
Platja dels abissat dofins?

I diuen Bruixes them marines et veuen
that roam pels Esculls
an ombra into gloomy, dressed in our sadness mars
i als teus ulls.

November opened its arms
and you naked like every morning
looking among the rocks
track your paradise.

Where are the white-winged birds?
Where is the wild rumor?
Where is the marina
memory foam Elisio the north?

and silent, watching the tragedy
remember when he had to flee
dand that Germany misty
where nothing made sense.

Manfred But, what you have done
sea water to death has been stained,
arriving at the beach waves of shame
it all dirty?

Manfred But, what you have done to the sea
That you have gone through the heart,
with spears of misery, beauty Atlantic
it flooded everything?

November opened its arms and you
naked as cach morning
looking among the rocks
track your paradise.

But who has been able to steal
a dream of endless sea, life
bathing on the beach
shriek and dolphins?

And they say the sea witch
they see you wandering about the reef
a shadow in the darkness, dressed
nudity and seas of sadness in your eyes.

Gnädinger Manfred, for more than treinta years
had left Germany to install
Camelle (Costa da Morte - Galicia). Following
simple shack where he lived had been built a museum
of sculptures made of stones and foreign elements that had
sea that made the expression No artistic
his resignation from the conventional life. Everything was
to fret when the tanker Prestige spilled its load
to sink near the coast. Manfred