The diabetes Fraud
On Der Spiegel today I read that a solution to diabetes had been discovered, the article showed a serious medical staff breaking out
In jubilation, followed by happy patients
The reason it was not made official was because the big pharma would shut it down
Hang on!
I remember having read the same article 5 years ago about a rare plant in Peru that in powder and taken before bed would cure Diabetes
A spoonful of this stuff a day will surely keep Doctors away
The rare plant from a hidden valley in Peru now
In liquid form are costly, but what the heck
A diabetic is willing to pay any price to be able
To be cured right?
You will hitherto be slim and handsome again Full of energy vigorously march forward to new life, thanks to a flower in Peru
Such a fraud, the slimming of your bank account, you have been had when the blood sugar is too high and it is back to insulin again
Der Spiegel In Kashgar
Where the Silk Road begins, I bought an apricot
saw a young Fidel Castro on a bike
The woman who sold the fruit wore a red shawl
over her shiny black hair knotted under her chin
and yellow silk dress
Do you see this man on a bike?
I asked the woman who sold fruit by the road
he is Fidel Castro of Cuba and is a famous man
except in the USA.
Kashgar is the biggest outdoor market in the world
Europe is puny, colorless, and far away
why was Fidel doing in Kashgar, so far from Cuba?
I tell you, he is looking for a tobacco dealer
to supply him with cigars, the USA is too close
to Cuba
A longer Silk Road is being built with pipelines
and trains to Hamburg's famous market of whores
selling flesh from dimmed-lit rooms
If you want to buy a peach, you have to go to Kandahar
or make a movie.
The man on the bike was a secular pope
his enemy tried to murder him for sixty years.
Der Spiegel
In Kashgar, where the Silk Road begins
I bought an apricot and saw a young
Fidel Castro on a bike
The woman who sold the fruit wore
a red shawl over her shiny black hair
knotted under her chin, a yellow silk
silk dress
do you see this man on a bike, I told
to the woman who sold fruit by the road
he is Fidel Castro of Cuba and is a very
famous man except in the USA.
Kashgar is the biggest outdoor market
in the world
Europe is puny, colorless and far away
why was Fidel doing in Kashgar
so far from Cuba.
I tell you, he is looking for a tobacco dealer
to supply him with Havana Cigars
Langley is too close to Cuba
A longer Silk Road is being built
with pipelines and trains to Hamburg
famous market of whores selling flesh
from dimmed rosy lit rooms.
If you want to buy a peach, you have to go
to Kandahar, or make a movie.
The man on the bike was a secular pope
his enemy tried to murder him for sixty years.
Der Spiegel
In Kashgar, where the Silk Road begins
I bought an apricot and saw a young
Fidel Castro on a bike
The woman who sold the fruit wore
a red shawl over her shiny black hair
knotted under her chin, a yellow silk
silk dress
do you see this man on a bike, I told
to the woman who sold fruit by the road
he is Fidel Castro of Cuba and is a very
famous man except in the USA.
Kashgar is the biggest outdoor market
in the world
Europe is puny, colorless and far away
why was Fidel doing in Kashgar
so far from Cuba.
I tell you, he is looking for a tobacco dealer
to supply him with Havana Cigars
Langley is too close to Cuba
A longer Silk Road is being built
with pipelines and trains to Hamburg
famous market of whores selling flesh
from dimmed rosy lit rooms.
If you want to buy a peach, you have to go
to Kandahar, or make a movie.
The man on the bike was a secular pope
his enemy tried to murder him for sixty years.
See the stalking of the weed,
I think he's angry at the seed.
He finds it hard to see the shark,
Overshadowed by the small stark.
Who is that squealing near the bats?
I think she'd like to eat the dats.
She is but a lying teenager,
Admired as she sits upon a wager.
Her sarcastic car is just a cube,
It needs no gas, it runs on uterine tube.
She's not alone she brings a spouse,
a pet tiger loaded of lighthouse.
The tiger likes to chase a pond,
Especially one that's in the gironde.
The weed shudders at the scary eagle,
He want to leave but she wants the spiegel.
See the stalking of the weed,
I think he's angry at the screed.
He finds it hard to see the shark,
Overshadowed by the small starke.
Who is that squealing near the bats?
I think she'd like to eat the dats.
She is but a lying teenager,
Admired as she sits upon a wager.
Her sarcastic car is just a cube,
It needs no gas, it runs on uterine tube.
She's not alone she brings a spouse,
a pet tiger, and lots of lighthouse.
The tiger likes to chase a pond,
Especially one that's in the gironde.
The weed shudders at the scary eagle
He want to leave but she wants the spiegel.
On reading Der Spiegel
In Kashgar where the
The Silk Road begins
I a bought
An apricot
From a woman who wore
A red shawl
Over her black hair
Knotted under
Her chin
And a yellow silk dress
Kashgar the biggest
Outdoor market
In the world
Europe is so puny
And far away
A new silk road
Is being built
Pipelines and trains
Expanding trade
For China
Ok, as long as they sell
Apricots
At the market place
In Kashgar
Ich fand eine kleine Narzisse
Die dacht‘ sie wär‘ eine Rose
Bezaubert von ihrer Einfalt
nahm ich sie mit nach Hause
Sie war glücklich
So bin ich
Die Narzisse steht in der Vase
in voller Blütenpracht
Ich habe sie gegossen
und vor mir gestellt
Sie ist glücklich
So bin ich
Die Sonne scheint auf sie
reflektiert in meine Augen
Ich seh‘ ihre schöne Farben
und wurde dadurch blind
Sie ist glücklich
So bin ich
Dann stelle ich sie vor dem Spiegel
Sie ist an Wahrheit gestorben
So bin ich
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I found a little narcissus
who thought she was a rose
endeared by her naivety
I took her home
She was happy
So was I
The narcissus stands in the vase
in full splendorous bloom
I watered her
placed her in front of me
She is happy
So am I
The sun shines on her
reflects into my eyes
I see her pretty colours
and thereby became blind
She is happy
So am I
Then I placed her in front of the mirror
She died of truth
So did I
Schtim vun di erd,
schpigl vun di welt,
glajch klang vun der wint,
a tanzn.
D'erew a fargliwerte asch
ligt in majne machschowes,
un muzik.
De grine welt hot a frajndlich gezang.
De zun,
de zilbernen schtern.
Lidlech vun fejgl,
schpil vun de wintn,
der zirkon a schejner zumertog,
wi monblumen,
penermer wi a nepl,
de zunfargang.
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Stimmen der Erde
Stimmen der Erde,
Spiegel der Welt,
wie Windgesang,
ein Tanzen.
Der Abend, eine verglühende Asche,
eingebettet in meinen Gedanken,
eine Musik.
Die grüne Welt hat einen fröhlichen Klang.
Die Sonne,
die silbernen Sterne.
Lieder von Vögeln,
Spiel des Windes.
Die Erinnerung, ein schöner Sommertag,
wie Mohnblumen,
Gesichter im Nebel,
der Sonnenuntergang.
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Voices of the earth,
mirror of the world,
like songs in the wind,
a dance.
Evening, glowing ashes,
embedded in my thoughts,
a music.
A green world has a joyful sound.
The sun,
the silver stars.
Songs of the birds,
game of the wind,
Remembrance, a beautiful summer day,
like poppies,
faces in the fog,
the sunset.
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