And when finally nightime comes, my foundlings devour their daily nanny.
...Yuck-Yum!
…...Yuck-Yum!
...…...Yuck-Yum!
Slurp! Rhaaa…
Now sleep tight, my progeny. I'll unfold my dark wings to go and fetch you your tomorrow's nanny.
Sensorial experiences are often linked to memories, and the picture above sent me back to that one time forty years ago when we were like crawling through a blizzardly winter night in the streets of Berlin, my military colleagues and I, out from the ‘DownTown’ coffee-shop (like in 'more pot than coffee'), all high as 20 y/o guys can get, my Walkman’s headphones playing this song at max. volume in my ears.
The rest of the memory is blurry. But I can guess we found sustainance at an Imbiss (local foodtruck - curry wurst and French fries with bizarre mayonnaise ) at Zoologisher Garten’s station, waiting for the first U-Bahn that would send us back to the barracks.
If you visitor are a twenty-something, please make sure that you carve any single moment of simple pleasure in your memories. Trust me, a time will come when they make your life brighter :-)
2 comments:
Love the music - wish I knew French to understand the lyrics!
The creepy picture is going in my "Disturbing" folder. The singer is a real cutie! Unfortunately, my memory is like a sieve, holding very little of my life.
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