Yes, Moeche:
a villa in the countryside with large terrace,
forward the Baltic Sea, behind the Friedrichstrasse;
with beautiful views, country chic,
is from the bathroom to see the Zugspitze
have but in the evening to the cinema dus not far away. simply
The whole, full of modesty:
Nine rooms - no, but rather ten!
A roof garden, where the oaks stand on it,
radio, central heating, vacuum, pulled a
servants, good and dumb, a sweet
Woman full of racial and verve
(and one for the weekend, back-up), a library and around
loneliness and Hummelgesumm.
In the stable: two ponies, four thoroughbred stallions,
eight cars, motorcycles - all joints
course itself - that would be ridiculous!
And in between you go big game hunting.
Yes, and I forgot:
Prima kitchen - first meal
old wines and a nice cup
egalweg you stay thin as an eel.
And money. Jewelry and proper portion.
And a million and still a million.
and travel. And happy life chroma. And
famous children. And eternal Health.
Yes, Moeche!
But, as is so here below:
sometimes seems as if it may be granted only
pöapö, earthly happiness.
missing you always some piece.
you got money, you have not Kate;
you have the woman, then you Fehlner Big Bucks -
you have the geisha, then bothering the subjects:
soon we lack the wine, sometimes we miss the cup.
Something always is.
comforted.
Any luck has a little trick. We have so much want
: Do. Be. And apply.
That one has everything:
is rare.
(Kurt Tucholsky)
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