It was the Berlin of pink and blue nights
that danced in brown and iron's days ,
Berlin ,cabaret smoke and street fights
whirling theater of wild grass ,
Alexanderplatz dancing the charleston ...
Berlin vintage ,good old age ,makes me dream
of better times, champagne for everyone !
four souls of jazz under a stormy sky ...
Berlin on stage makes its cinema !
''Les beaux esprits '' Taking a drink at the Roman café
while the tiger invites itself to the pink rabbit tea party...
At the entrance of his bookshop ,the little jew has fun...
Berlin ,Prussian house of cards and liying polka face,
humiliation, cynicism and desillusions ...
Have you taken your membership cross ?
Berlin ,green and fire masks ,
where dogs rummage through memory garbage cans,
cabarets are closed until the next milenium !
In the little jew bookshop the cossacks warm themselves
in a flamenco talmudic erased melody ...
Berlin shivers ,dreaming of a mantle of walls
to give expression to its coldness ...
The imperial eagle to long caged
makes its hard complaint heard ,
while in Charlottenburg a genderless clown
calls the devotees to the prayer...
Welcome to the cabaret !
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The atmosphere of the city with its cultural contradictions and historical legacy. The multifaceted nature of the past and present, eloquently and profoundly reflecting both glitter and shadows.
Inspired by the film 'Cabaret' with Lizza Minnelli .
You've done a remarkable job of contrasting life in Berlin, before and after the Nazi's gained power. I would say a difficult task, and one you've done it admirably!
Thanks dear Bella ! To my acute sens of the history I add a musical perception of the places where this history was made !
Berlin 🙂
Capital of nights and a day ...
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