crimea.vaggabonds

*   Gesammelte Geschichten von Vaggabondfreunden in den Strassen von Sevastopl

Vagahunde

Im Trollybus to Mountains

 

ein Weg zum bartland. guitar. festival

Tatarentee

Brigada Floristov

We were evergreen Gardener

Nightlightedwaterer

now plants are growing

cats lying in our soft grass

sun burns the white earth

 inside the wall is smooth and little hidden 

garden treasures want to rise there

 we 

felt little cakes

dreams

songs

and soon

they want to break free

jump into the sky

my head was covered with blue

leaves

eyes sailed away in the boat where we came from

outside the vagabund

sleepy polite dog with beard

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                                 all of a sudden big open sea
free view
free room in the distance
breathing
breaking 

out of a little invisible Cage

                                                                don´t confine a bird in a cage it sings

water mixes                   with the horizont
waves in her                                rhythms
wind blows 

through

let me move
with him- in him
waft in a all repeating notknowingcalming 

in knowledge that the roots

leaves and blossoms

growing

dancing

seeing

Dolphinejump

up and down

like the wave that bears them

surface to breath air in

Sounds of a flute

sings another distance

between the swoosh

in melody of a free spirit

Crimea