Klaus Hoffmann, his songs - which is like a good, full-bodied wine, has matured to the sunlit slopes of Magic Mountain. There, in that mysterious no man's land, where nature is still untouched: - where she is still a child. No, this is not a cheap table wine with which you only absently scratching his thirst. By no means! These fine wines to enjoy with devotion. Even the bouquet beguiles: Since rising to an old desire, and long-forgotten dreams begin again revive. Mir is so ... Yes, I remember, I can feel it again! Nothing, nothing is forgotten in my mind it has retained:
"I loved,
I loved even as a child;
as boundless and without fear,
how kids are.
I could fly to the cloud edge,
I changed the day,
I loved every wing beat,
with each wing beat ... "
O how deep and complex flavor is this: His magic power nourishes the hope of fulfillment. We suspect his origins, know that mysterious power that has this wine ripen.
A reverent hesitation, cautious, expectant - finally we take the first sip of cost, Ecstatic these mature strong wine - and all of a sudden it takes away our swords out of his hand: A soothing stream of self-confidence and openness pervades us. The walls of our vanity - they fall to the ground; all the boundaries that we have built themselves around us - all of a sudden they are dissolved: width! Finally width! How long do we have it lacks! How much we have longed for a far horizon! - And we find ourselves, as we softly whisper: "I have a dream!" - This is all a hoax? Are we an illusion succumbed? Oh no - the wine itself is dreaming! And his dream gives us strength, makes us courage:
"Something in you will carry you,
if you think too hard to be.
Something you can wing beat,
if you trudelst like a stone ... "
The auspicious power of the wine fills us, spreads like the boundless expanse of the open sea. With every sip more we dive deeper. Where are we? What happens to us? We lose the ground under their feet? Will we sink ...? - But no! In the sea of this dream we find a secure hold. In the midst of his endless depth we will then become an island:
"Trembling you stand there and stagger,
your feet are looking for support;
and the fear is telling you,
it can also be quicksand.
But a few steps more,
and then you return home -
as an island will be ... "
I can love again for no reason, and I can marvel without meaning. Beginning and end - they are united. Depth truth rests in the wine. Life: - a dream! A dream that wants to be lived. , , - We reach up to the clouds edge. Just look! - I even ride the wind! All people Hamster, the trenches Overcoat, the guards with the flaming sword - you will not find me! Since under the bush, when I'm gone - and it only know the Linden!
The wine - he dreams; and his dream is singing to us in ever new melodies. Deep they penetrate into our hearts and enchant us. In ourselves heard the eternal song of the dream. Pensive we hum it. In his melody we can see our star in the sky and suddenly - light feet! For all children of the world want to turn only to the earth. On their island in the sea of dreams they dance to the rhythm of life.
"Together
we are not alone;
an island will be,
protects you and cherishes thee;
are the soil that carries you on.
Together
individually and freely
you'll be this island;
will find it, they'll love,
will then be up to you at home ... "
In light of the dream is revealed to us life. The dream and we, those who dream belong to each other. But we sing our songs really? - Doubts are there! Cold has become our time: We carry a smile that says nothing; we have fossilized heart. - There is no longer any old dream? - Oh but! The dream, he lives. He can not die. If there are no dreaming, then he only rests - then there is the night of the dream. You alone kept the secret of what is possible, of things to come - and it is waiting for the dawn of the day, waits longingly towards the dreamer:
"What is it that falls like snow from the sky,
this laugh that brightened my night?
Faces come pictures that I like,
Years I see such a day ...
What is it that tells me tonight,
you had me so long been missing.
I got you in a hurry overlooked?
What is there to learn?
Stardust
falls in my heart
Stardust
falls in my heart ... "
Klaus Hoffmann and the lover of his music - that's a secret society! You searched each other, and they have found themselves. The dream itself welded them together, leads them always anew to their shared island.
To experience this singer and poet on stage - yes, this is a very special event. Since there is a familiar atmosphere; since it is among them; as immerse yourself in the common dream - and begins to live! The wine, these fine wines, it fills ourselves into the glass and becomes a fountain of youth.
No one can explain the dream. But Klaus Hoffmann holds the memories of that dream. And that's good! Even for this alone we have to thank him.
"Some people are looking for,
see the others;
the one stay,
the others go;
but old desires, I see it in your to,
not go lost, remain long.
Children recognize themselves in the corridor ... "
We are looking forward to your next concert ...
All The Best
Bernd & Petra
