Sunset

(Vienna)

Oh, how I long for depth!
Beautiful is the horizon, when the sun sets in the west,

over the fields of the east.
No horse I can ride, over their golden silhouette.

The music of ultimate adventure rings in my ears,
but it is swallowed like in a pitch black hole.

I sit here after work,
dried out
in this bus,
inactive
dead
...
spectating pure golden beauty
in the evening sky