Der Text steht in direktem Zusammenhang mit DEM hier. Warum er auf Englisch ist, keine Ahnung. Vielleicht um der Distanz willen, vielleicht auch wegen der Militärmetapher, die ein ebenbürtiges Gegenstück im Deutschen vergeblich sucht.
An Uphill-battle against the Sun
They say that there comes one in a million,
and I thought that maybe it was you
and that it might be
the second biggest
mistake of my life
(the biggest was to let HER go)
not to seize this chance.
But to conquer the heart
of a broken girl
is a situation,
that every second military historian
would refer to
as an uphill battle against the sun.
Yet I kept on marching,
that one monday after we spent 7 hours talking in your kitchen,
towards the dawning sun
and through the awakening city,
without a clear purpose,
but no surrender on my mind,
a treacherous warmth in my stomach,
eight kilometers under my feet and
Kevin Brown on my walkman:
“and no advances left me down with slim chances /
Yo, I had to do what I had to do /
sad I had to roll on a friendship brand new /
It coulda been a little romance too“.
Which made me think back to that day
when we first met
ages ago, yet in reality only six weeks earlier,
an evening in Heidelberg, which 9 out of 10
independently interviewed persons
would have referred to as utterly romantic,
maybe one of the most romantic occasions of my life.
Yet I was disappointed at first,
for you really looked better on your pictures,
but then I caught a glimpse at your heart,
on this night after the concert,
that for reasons now unknown
none of us wanted to end,
when we wanted
to drive North and see the sea,
two souls that barely knew each other,
only knew the lyrics of the latest Beastie Boys-album by heart,
yet seemed to be related in terms beyond time.
We did not make it to the sea,
only made it to a forlorn castle near the city,
that denied us entry,
and left us in your mother's car,
looking at the stars,
while you tried to light a cigarette,
and I tried not to think of kissing you,
but to collect enough spit,
to continue reading my book out loud;
the first time I ever did this,
to a stranger.
Because strange it was,
and strange it ended,
when you drew that shaky line,
that said „Only friendship after this point“,
a point that made me curse
the course of the world
and reduced you
to another slightly familiar name
in my friend list
on Facebook.
Shoutouts an die Assel.
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