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Monday, May 16, 2011

On Air: Wir müssen das nicht tun

[Purple chocolate, anyone?]

Wir müssen das nicht tun
Wenn die Tränen dann getrocknet sind
Wir müssen das nicht tun
Melden, wenn man nichts zu melden hat

Wir müssen uns nicht erinnern
Und nicht erzählen wie wir gut zusammen waren
Ja, auch gut in all den Jahren
Wir müssen das nicht tun

Wenn's ein Scherbenhaufen ist
Ich bin auch nicht gerade stolz drauf
Wie's gelaufen ist
Und jedes miese Ende findet jeden fiesen Traum

Alles was ich jetzt will
Ist ein weißer, heller Raum
Und dann im Angesicht dir gegenüber
Ein letztes Mal begegnen und danach nie wieder

Kettcar, Wir müssen das nicht tun
(Sylt, 2008)

The hard part of being intolerant or allergic to something is not really not being able to be in contact with something or to eat it. No. The hard part is knowing it and feeling bad because of it. Feeling 'defekt', wrong, even stupid sometimes.

With some people is just the same. You 'know' that people can be a poison but you don't want to know it. At least before to not have the opportunity to choose any longer. Any longer? Oh ja! At some point, when you're intolerant or allergic, the pain become just too big, too bad, too impossible to handle with. And then, well, you finally know it. And suddenly you know what your body knows since ages.

How much pain can you inflict on yourself and tolerate before to accept this idea?

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