Fanny,I remember ,
you played to cello
Prenzlauer strasse,
drawing on the snow
an arpeggio of melancholy...
Berlin no longer slept
in the breath of its madness...
Fanny,your pale porcelain eyes
lost in a past still alive
where dreams sold memories of stone .
I was listening to this wall and night melody
of angels flying on the rooftrops...
Requiem for old Germany
or a new world concerto ?
The cello like a body
between your slender legs
that a light wind of freedom
discreetely uncovered ...
Fanny,the dust of time
mingled with your blond hair
like warm harvests
drawing to a close ...
It was still winter in Kreuzberg .
We\'ve been waiting for spring,
running after hope
in the mouth of a burning crater ,
when giants took possession of the void...
Beware ! no more borders ...
Fanny, I knew ,you were only in love
with the chords of rain
and equivocal emotions .
Fleeting beauty in the ephemera .
A scorching night in Charlottenburg
a sex pistol put a safety pin
on your breast
and hung the cello in the cupboard ...
Fanny,I remember ,
you were improvising
a fugue for the passing clouds ,
25 years ago ...Tragic adagio .
Fanny,do you have a child ,
playing in the streets of berlin
or on saturne\'s lunatic moons ?
Our impromptu ...