Saturday, August 25, 2007

Der Wolf

Little slips of German poetry
Have brushed across the sea
And in the early morning
Have whispered themselves
Into my dreams.

"Mein Gegner ist Wolf. Er liebt nichts, er ist realistisch. Ich bin mein eigene Held."

But what does it mean?

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