Testo The concrete garden

Extended memories passing by
movies of ancient times
long ago
not more than phantoms of the past
lurking in the distance

Distorted visions clearing up
growing and fading poorly defined pictures
from another reality

Touched by fate
slowly very slowly
veiled with imaginations
images of the past

Now I´m walking through
my own concrete garden
my own privatesphere of
my own memories
of fictional nature.

In the concrete garden is no place to hide
never see a light in the concrete garden