Loud she sits
At the door of her house
On a seat
In the heights of the town
Calling out to those
Who pass by straight
Whoever is simple
Turn in here
Two tables in one town
Two open doors
Almost the same
Invitation
The difference is never
In the calling
The difference
Is what is served
Stolen water is sweet
Bread eaten in secret
Is pleasant
That is the whole menu
Notice what it needs
To taste of anything
Two tables in one town
Two open doors
Almost the same
Invitation
The difference is never
In the calling
The difference
Is what is served
So test every invitation
By its kitchen
Mixed wine
Or stolen water
Bread on the table
Or bread in the dark
Both doors are open
Both cooks are calling
Alex · Quellenbeziehungen