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poetry of Manfred Dechert - For each death a glass of wine

I drink a wine I drink I rarely though

me back the dead You do not
when I drink my Qualtinger
I drink the wine and remember my pride to dance for
Heurigen
sway with Moser I drink you back

I drink wine like today
Trap rare with large dead
so easily in the graves no fear offices
I drink the third fourth-looking as
Danzer to feet , fifth in the cab
sixth tottrinken me today I can not
home offices graves graves offices
who would want to play my home home Qualtinger
reads the burial rooms

I never drink wine because my head
put my pride to cry not
the Lebtoten with their Sperrstund
As long as I drink is a life in the rooms
not fall as long as I taste the wine as long as I
the dead alive, no one is drinking
fad in the room graves

I drink a wine
and still a favorite for my beloved never
Ö , Austria will not remember one for my never
never sway swaying friend I
them home to support myself I will have a wine

then they leave me alone
and fall so funny I die

drum so rare for me to drink

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The Old

It's been the "rich" Old. With the capital ... secure. But this is less the fact that I see every day on the road. What I see are other old man.

The old lady with the walker, which constantly swings back and forth between downtown and her home in the border area. This is troublesome ... and often they ask for help. You can not read the timetable. Or they need one, two coins. The people involved in a conversation. She was going out of the way it is already known for. And if I'm in a hurry, I do it too. Actually, they just want to be there ... it has long been alone.

The old man ... Pensioners have long ... for very little money he has little green space in order and clean the sidewalk. He wears a boiler suit and has a wheel there. Not to go with it ... he can not remember what. But his work utensils transported to ... yesterday we went after him. He pushed it up the road ... difficulty ... oh, so tedious. The money will help him, maybe ... there is hardly anything. But he also wants to feel needed, I think. Still worth something, he wants to be a working man. He knows from his youth ... one who creates is worth something.

Yes and I see and hear you making fun of the two makes ... they laugh at the man when he is on his knees and pluck weeds from the cracks of the cobblestones.

And I think again of Kurt Tucholsky, who said there: "You can not eat as much as you want to puke."

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