Maybe the tooth will abscess and the antibiotics I am taking, but tonight I feel nostalgic and thoughtful ... I want to be in Berlin
I can not find the Potsdamer Platz ...
No. .. I think it's here ... no, no, can not be because the Potsdamer Platz was the Café Josty, I was there the afternoon chatting and drinking coffee. I looked at the people, after smoking my cigars and Loes Wolf, a tobacco prestigious, right here in front of ... Then
can not be here the Potsdamer Platz ... no ... not meet anyone that I could ask ... ... it was a lively square trams, horse-drawn omnibus and two cars: mine and chocolate Hamann. Even the Wertheim department stores here and then suddenly there were waved flags. The whole square was full and people were more polite and even the police.
But I do not give to win until I found the Potsdamer Platz.
Where are my heroes? Where are you, my children? Where is mine? The obtuse, those of origins. Call me, O Muse, poor immortal bard who, abandoned by his death his audience, he lost his voice, he who, angel of the story, has become the organ-grinder out there, ignored or ridiculed, the threshold of no man's land.
(Wings)
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