Heidegger, my love, tell me again
What existence is but a lot of pain...
Talk about the meaning of being
(Is there a meaning in life, in love,
In future, in temporality?)
Heidegger, my love, does death
Make any sense apart from keeping
Everybody tense?
Can you tell me if there is any possibiity
After a wreckage?
Do I have to go on standing here helplessly
For ages?
Heidegger, my love, i don’t want to think anymore.
From now on my mind and my heart i shall ignore.
What existence is but a lot of pain...
Talk about the meaning of being
(Is there a meaning in life, in love,
In future, in temporality?)
Heidegger, my love, does death
Make any sense apart from keeping
Everybody tense?
Can you tell me if there is any possibiity
After a wreckage?
Do I have to go on standing here helplessly
For ages?
Heidegger, my love, i don’t want to think anymore.
From now on my mind and my heart i shall ignore.
Karla Bardanza
This speaks hauntingly of a widow in mourning, talking to the loved one. Then giving up communion to think or feel. Riveting and powerful!
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