Quercodi'

Is there some task you hate?

Yesterday I decided with a friend that our week won't consist anymore of just seven days. 'Quercodi'' (Quarkday in English and Quarktag in German) is the new day. 

Promise your boss that you will handle that task on Quercodi'. 

Ever had that feeling that today it is not the day that the calendar says? Yeah, that's because today it's Quercodi'.

What a great invention...Quercodi' :)

questions

where are the ashes of that passion? where is my promised birthday gift? what wasn't I able to give? what did I do wrong?

whatever the answer, that's wrong.

because the only meaningful questions relate to me. magnolia.

and 7 kilos more make me less beautiful just to my eyes, or better to my mind.

the rain is falling down

The rain is falling down and it washes everything away, 
it cancels my own bones. 
The rain is falling down and everything falls down 
and I slip on dirty water. 
Yes, but what do you care, 
refresh yourself if you want 
my own dirty rain. 
Tell me what is good for 

standing far away in silence and look at 
our passion that dies in a corner and 
does not know about us, 
does not know about us, 
does not know about us.

 
The rain is falling down and everything is quiet:
you see, I feel the peace too. 
The rain is falling down, and this peace 
is just dirty water and live coal.
There is cold air all around us, 
hug me if you want 
my own dirty rain. 
Tell me what is good for 

standing far away in silence and look at 
our passion that dies in a corner.
And tell me what is good for 

hoping if it rains and one does not feel pain 
as my skin which is dying, 
that changes color, 
that changes its smell.

 
Tell me what is the meaning of

crying now,
crying against me, 
who I'm not able to defend my ugly skin 
so dirty, 
very dirty, 
how dirty is 
this dirty dirty rain.

 
Yes, but do not defend me now,
do not defend me now,
do not defend me, 
rather come back as mud, yes, but come back. 
Tell me what is good for 

standing far away in silence and look at 
our passion that does not die, 
but changes color. 
Let me hope 
that it rains and you feel as well the smell 
of this my skin, that is white 
and does not want the color, 
does not want the color, 
no... 
no... 

My skin is white paper for your story: 
write the end, 
I am ready. 
I do not want to stand on the door of our lives, 
see that it is over. 
Clouds which pass by and dump rain as stones 
and at each step we forget our steps, 
the way along which we walked together 
throwing our seed on stone. 

Warm drops of rain on the sand
killing us every night after the anger. 
Love, my love, 
this passion over as the hunger of a lion 
after it has devoured its prey and has left the bones to the vultures, 
you do not remember us, but we were the ones
embracing each other still in the rain 
while all the others ran away looking for shelter.
And our love is gunpowder, 
the thunder is only a heart beat 
and the light flashes without noise. 
And my skin is white paper for your story, 
but write the end: 
I am ready.

the scream

"I was out walking with two friends.

The sun began to set.

Suddenly the sky turned blood-red.

I paused, feeling exhausted, and leaned on a fence.

There was blood and tongues of fire above the blue-black fjord and the city.

My friends walked on, and there I still stood, trembling with fear.

And I sensed an endless scream passing through nature."

Edvard Munch

"And finally I twist my heart round again, so that the bad is on the outside and the good is on the inside, and keep on trying to find a way of becoming what I would so like to be, and could be, if there weren't any other people living in the world."

Anne Frank

"I don't believe that the big men, the politicians and the capitalists alone are guilty of the war. Oh, no, the little man is just as keen, otherwise the people of the world would have risen in revolt long ago! There is an urge and rage in people to destroy, to kill, to murder, and until all mankind, without exception, undergoes a great change, wars will be waged, everything that has been built up, cultivated and grown, will be destroyed and disfigured, after which mankind will have to begin all over again."

Anne Frank

the end of October

Wondering why it is so hard to get involved, to let you take my hands. Why do I have that awkward sensation. Why does he always come back to my mind, as vivid as if he actually would be here. It seems like I actually look for such situations. Do I? Is it that I don't want to bind me? Maybe I'm not ready? Maybe I just want to feel the centre of the attentions of everyone? 

Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry 

You don't know how lovely you are. 

I had to find you, tell you I need you, 

Tell you I set you apart.  

Tell me your secrets and ask me your questions, 

Oh lets go back to the start.

 Running in circles, 

Comin' in tails 

Heads on a science apart.  

Nobody said it was easy, 

It's such a shame for us to part. 

Nobody said it was easy, 

No one ever said it would be this hard. 

Oh take me back to the start.  

I was just guessin' at numbers and figures, 

Pulling the puzzles apart. 

Questions of science, science and progress 

Do not speak as loud as my heart.

new italians

Alone I go with my sorrow 
Alone goes my sentence 
To run is my destiny
To escape the law 
Lost in the heart of the great Babylon 
They call me 
clandestine 
For not having any papers

To a city of the north 
I went to work 
I left my life 
Between Ceuta and 
Gibraltar
I’m a line in the sea
A ghost in the city
My life is forbidden 
So says the authority 

the kid is not my son

She was more like a beauty queen from a movie scene 
I said don't mind, but what do you mean I am the one 
Who will dance on the floor in the round 
She said I am the one, who will dance on the floor in the round 

She told me her name was Billie Jean, as she caused a scene 
Then every head turned with eyes that dreamed of being the one 
Who will dance on the floor in the round 

People always told me be careful of what you do 
And don't go around breaking young girls' hearts 
And mother always told me be careful of who you love 
And be careful of what you do 'cause the lie becomes the truth 

Billie Jean is not my lover 
She's just a girl who claims that I am the one 
But the kid is not my son 
She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son 

For forty days and for forty nights 
The law was on her side 
But who can stand when she's in demand 
Her schemes and plans 
'Cause we danced on the floor in the round 
So take my strong advice, just remember to always think twice 
(Do think twice) 

She told my baby we'd danced till three, then she looked at me 
Then showed a photo my baby cried his eyes were like mine (oh, no!) 
'Cause we danced on the floor in the round, baby 

People always told me be careful of what you do 
And don't go around breaking young girls' hearts 
She came and stood right by me 
Then the smell of sweet perfume 
This happened much too soon 
She called me to her room 

Billie Jean is not my lover 
She's just a girl who claims that I am the one 
But the kid is not my son 

woman on the moon

If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool

Moses went walking with the staff of wood. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Newton got beaned by the apple good. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Egypt was troubled by the horrible asp. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mister Charles Darwin had the gall to ask. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

frenetically moving

Dream an answer all day
Its gonna keep me from pain
Wild heat all around
I dont look the same

Beat on wood, fly,
Ride and dream again
An invitation for
I dont know the day

Feel the sun, that shine
So feel that sun liquefying
Hear your sough in time
So hear the sound that survives 

Dream an answer all day
Its gonna keep me from pain
Wild heat all around
I dont look the same

Beat on wood, fly,
Ride and dream again
An invitation for
I dont know the day

Feel the sound, that shine
So feel that sound liquefying
Hear your sough in time
So hear the sound that survives