a very old poem that i wrote back in 1994 for Sonja Rajin from Belgrade, Serbia, Claudia Pramono from Jakarta, Indonesia, Sabrina Geissler, Germany, EU and Florence Gadeyne, France, EU, whom i met all three, later, in my life, personally.
Claudia in Jakarta, Sonja and Florence in London, at Suede’s final show in London’s ICA, the Institute of Contemporary Arts, as they gad called that venue. In that very week, Suede played all Tracks from their first 5 albums, in chronological order, one for each day. It was awesome. Only Sabrina i had met at the time, back then, personally.
Our Band’s called Suede, as it was my favourite back then im time. Sabrina i met near the place, where i lived, at her own birthday’s party. Riemekeviertel. The Street i lived within then was called Bernhard-K-Street, at Nr. 91. 5 guys studying information theory had rented 1 family house.
What a great, what a great Party time that was. In being so utterly lonely, Information Theory nerds, you know, we invited about all Students from that very Town we knew, literally, and i been drinking quite a lot of bitter-sweet Liqueur at that time.
It didn’t help me to get some woman, at all. So when i met your mother, years gone by bye, at West Frieden’s Hof, near Swm, St. Werke in Munich, where i’ve been working for Town’s infrastructure, my deputy. ‘Miss you so much. Cu, in due t, ‘Sir. U2.
Dave Gahan, Andrew Fletcher, and Sir Martin Gore. a sign? – who knows, man.
we were founding a family, back then.
Depeche Mode, Munich, Olympique Stadium. 13.06.2009.
on that very day, that was how i met your mother, young guy.
and that was all right, small Pirate’s child. To found a family, that was alright.
miss you so much, my little sun, your mother’s former … @mydarkstar .., your father.