Outside, the world moved silently past us, turned on and did not care about those who had jumped off.
schwachbeleuchtetem We sat in a basement room. Some lounged in corners, their faces in partial shade. Others had gathered in the middle and swung aimlessly, without rhythm, and yet so graceful as a ballet dancer from left to right, from right to left. For a brief moment it looked as if they all dance together - It was her equal, smooth movements probably more of a chance and if you looked closer, they all stared past each other, their eyes fixed on something, could see none.
The queen sat with her guitar on a stool and sang for her small audience. Gave her hardly any attention, for the first time was their luster disappeared and not the queen was to sing of loss and death, not the queen was there, sitting with loose hair put up and a little made-up face on the barstools and filled with its deep melancholy voice the entire room. That evening was the queen disappeared and for the first time the person I was sitting in the Crown, behind the mask over.
I stood in a dark corner of the room, occasionally sipping from the bottle in my hand and tried the notes hanging in the air to burn in vain in my skin, so I would never forget.
between her songs and the randomly thrown together people who danced through the narrow basement room, I met the fox.
"She sings beautifully, no?" I glanced to my left and tried in the shadowy train, I could see, to build a person. He was tall, yet too small. He was muscular, but built at the same time too thin. He was handsome, yet so damn ugly. His voice was dark, but at the same time much too bright even his eyes could not agree on a color, sometimes they were green and then rather brownish.
I did not know if I liked what I saw or not. I just knew that I found it wonderfully fascinating.
"If it does," I replied and then smiled at the fox for a few seconds before I return my gaze wander to the Queen left. She passed just a black streak behind her ears pierced. Then I saw a lion sitting on one of the worn sofas, smoking hash and difficult to busy to do, like I would do not exist.
"And what is this evening so?" I asked the fox.
He was silent for a few seconds when he had not heard the ambiguity in my voice, even though I was sure that the message had reached the right place for him. "Well ..." he said hesitatingly, "I do not know yet."
I giggled, I did it the pale hand with sharp nails swept from the rotgeschminkten mouth. "Well," I was back then, leaned a few inches to it. "If not for you in case of any other plans"
the same moment came the queen towards us, with a stone face and an emotionless expression in her brown eyes. She was her old self again. "Hey," she said and handed me her guitar in hand.
"Hey," I said, "that was really nice." Her eyes darted
between the fox and me back and forth before she was a little loose and gave me a brief, half-sincere smile. "Thank you."
"I did not know that you can sing so well." The fox winked at the Queen's and something in her eyes changed - for just a second or two - something her in seemed to glow - for just a , two seconds - and for some reason, her mouth twisted into a beautiful, radiant smile - for just a second or two. But I did not even correct.
The lion had risen and had left with his new lioness in a scratching fits of laughter from the room. My heart was still in the doorway when the door flew behind them. But I did not even correct.
next to me in the darkness, away from sunlight, which would break in a few hours over the city, far removed from the headlights, in the light of which she had always felt the best, touched the fox, the rough hand of the queen. Only for a second or two.
And the world, she turned on anyway.
(and the many million balls a day to rest the tag to the bottom of the water to come .... a waste that is!) 