Thoughts of Rio

Rio, to cross the border you were listening to. Were the symbol of a few in a generation, and even the following. Only politically provocative, later with fantastic reveries. The boy on the river, it is in the sand. I am a speck of dust in your my deserts. And when I return, greet me with a ray of sunshine.

One has always bothered you, namely that people can not live peacefully on earth. In their natural spaceship, which they have. How senseless war is describing you so that it, in the Brecht-year is currently still today.

"Missile plunge into the night. Blood, blood, blood dripping onto my shirt. I do not know where should I go. Behind the clouds burn the moon. A raven brings me a letter. The royal children are gone. And a prince is here in the dirt. Give me bread, I'm hungry. Give me water, I'm thirsty.

Rocket plunging into the night. Blood, blood, blood dripping onto my shirt. "

That's why you're standing Rio, under a special light. Only those who have put it there? It will remain lit until the last ominous weapon is scrapped. Even Einstein would be pleased if his patent of the army is no longer usable. That every one has the experience to slumber peacefully under an apple tree. I dreamed .... When, if not now .... No river can put out the fires of war.

In your works you live on.