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 four, 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: Suede, Dog Man Star, Coming Up, Head Music, A New Morning, in chronological order, one for each day. It was awesome. We have even met the band after the show, one day. Only Sabrina i have met again, later, as she was living nearby.
Our Band’s called Suede, of Brett Anderson and Richard Oakes, Mat Osman, Neil Codling, and Simon Gilbert, the drummer, and it was my favourite back then im time. Sabrina i met near the place, where i lived, at her own birthday’s party where i was taken by a friend. Paderborn, 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. Looking back, That was a really amazing time.
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. It didn’t help me to get some woman, at all. So when i met your mother, Lukas, years gone by bye, at WestFriedHof, near SWM HQ, StadtWerke Munich, where i’ve been working for Town’s infrastructure, my deputy. ‘Miss you so much. Cu, in due t, ‘Sir. U2.
When i met your mother, we went to a Depeche Mode concert, in Olympiastadion.
Dave Gahan, Andrew Fletcher, and Sir Martin Gore.
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 .. @mydarkstar .., your father.
so anyway, just in case anyone should ever find this very lonely written, fine page in the large, deep blue sea of what we call The Internet some day, here’s that poem, back from 1994. One of my first ever attempts in writing.