Kiengira

Spring is here, they are chirping again..
Hear them in the tree, hear them in the bush.
I lay down in the sun,
relaxing! I listen and smoke..

my pipe..

I see my little robin up close,
comes every year, thought it was dead.
Drinks from the bowl I set out.
Haven't seen it for months.

“ It smells good here, what a scent!”
“It’s nice with you!” it seems to say.
“And in the warm spring air,
this is infinitely pleasant to wear!”

in my pipe..

It smells of tobacco, vanilla too..
And a few puffs of smoke
rise high up, to the roof.
The old blackbird is waking now.
(She has lived here for many years,
belongs to the house, belongs to me.)

I see her beak, that yellow one,
and with this, with the same,
she says to the little robin then
“Hi, Robin, good morning! Tell me when…
did you smell something good like that?”

“I smell fruits, very precisely!
I’ve had such a huge craving for cocoa
throughout the winter weeks!
I love that man over there on the lounge..
Because every winter I get
what I like and what I need.
I get plenty of food, I get water too!
But this scent makes me swoon,
it warms my little robin heart!”


So here I lie now in the sun..
(I put my pipe down!)
And just listen to the two.
Enjoying the warmth, what a delight…
And I close my eyes!

They’ve told each other so much,
I believe those two birds have!
And together, completely enchanted,
they then take off, scented and away!

They come back to this place,
I know it, it has always been so!

I’m awake now and I’m also happy!
I believe they are now happily FORD!

Heavens above!...
Six in the morning…
Peter is already full of worries….
And waits until it rings again,
they're standing outside! It's bustling!

It's a Monday, (busy times…),
because the weekend is a day of rest!
He has to choose now, like a sieve…
At 9 it starts, (so loud the contract),

First coffee, all good!

He knows: even God, his boss, is resting,
usually until ten, often until eleven!
On Mondays, it can sometimes be twelve!

A little peek through the spyhole…
The poor sinners are already waiting!
They push, shove, they wave….

It's only 8:00 h... finish the coffee!!

And everyone wants to get through the door..
(An order from the BOSS, only four per day!!)

Coffee is ready!...Peter gulps…
just the last bit and looks…
What’s happening out there now…




OUTSIDE STANDS A MAN WITH A HAT!

“Let me in! I am Bonaparte!!!!
What’s this, Peter? Merde! I’ve been waiting…
Since 1820 already here!
Open your door now, finally!”

Swallowing the last bit of coffee,
Peter now goes to the BOSS and looks,
if His Holiness is awake…
after all, it’s a delicate matter!

“Hello, Boss! And sorry to disturb!
I wouldn’t wake you if it weren’t…
Out there, there’s a Frenchman…
Smells of lemon and of rose,

he’s angry and bombarding the door
with fruit… and peppering here for four!!
He’s unwashed, smells of smoke,
and of mothballs too…!
He’s smearing the door with black berries…
It looks terrible! Should I defend myself?

GOD said:

“I know the guy, he was until this year
Down there,…Purgatory.
And he’s on a first-name basis with everyone!
Shouting non-stop “Waterloo!!!”

My faithful Peter, I would say…
Off to hell! He should cry!

He should go down! He can’t come up here…
No! Doesn’t fit in! Much too quirky!!”

And Peter:

“My dear Mr. Napoleon,
you can’t come in, I’m telling you already!
There’s no room for you in heaven!
Just the hat!!! How terrible!!”

So it happened that the French emperor…
Couldn’t scream anymore, was completely hoarse,
he retreated downwards…
now he’s completely quiet, feels cheated…


And his tears steam in the
Eternal Fire! ….Not so bad!!!

THUS:


Whoever lay long with Helena,
will receive no blessing from above!

At the train station, he sat on the tractor…
and nervously ate a Big Mac.
Red face and huge belly…
Sandals, white socks too!
Teeth brushed as well, …after weeks
(Mom just at home cooking..)

He wasn’t poor, he had money,
the prettiest pigsty in the world…!

He applied…

Only said: “I’ve been searching
for a long time, but my smell…
well, I just live off the pigs
they all run away, it’s enough to cry!

Then came aunts from the city
quite charming, beautiful and so, but
after every attempted kiss
they said, nice you have it here, but I must
sadly leave again
this place isn’t my future!”

Back to the farmer! Still sitting
on his tractor and thinks: “It can’t be worse
than the first ones. The train is coming! Finally, it’s arriving!”

And a woman gets off, and no…
one is next to her! ..All alone!
No one beside her, no one at all!
He jumps off the tractor, for she smells,
as animalistic as he knows!

Runs, and hugs her and he calls

her immediately “My wife!!!
You smell just like my favorite pig!”

They came home, mom was cooking…,
still on the open flame…
but what I wanted to say:

This is a scent, a truly terrible one!

(But it gets better after an hour,
was once in HH in a circle..
one woman said to me: “Come smell!
first it whips you, then it licks you!)

Heavens above, I'm soaked!
Just got out of the car... and then this!
Came here to buy a fragrance!
And now I'm close to drowning.

God! Ass!! I want to lynch you!!
I'm really angry! (….I'm in Munich)

5 hours drive, 2 of them stuck in traffic!
Standing wet at Stachus and now look…
I glance left and right, it must be here!
The Oberpollinger! Let's go in!!

“Hello! I'm here for Chergui!
I want that one, please!
And… dear lady, I've read more
about it, just give it to me!”

She looks me up and down
I’d rather disappear right away
I really stood there like a wet dog…
Then it started, she said: “And…
do you even know where you are?”

A look outside… still pouring! Damn!

“Just look at you! Do you know the price?
It's not cheap, no kidding!
A little tip, right across
there's another perfumery!
You'll see it right away, it's purple!
You’ll be better served there, I bet!”

“Since when are we on first-name terms?
Just because I'm wet? Stupid cow!”
She doesn’t even notice, but I’m boiling!!!

And it’s still raining outside!

“Watch out!!! Let off some steam for my anger!!
Damn it! I want this fragrance NOW!!!
I’m buying what I like!
What are you staring at? I have the money!!”

“Alright!………………that’s a Serge Lutens…”
(trying to sell me… ) I yawn!
She talks about honey, iris, hay…
(hurry up, auntie! Not new to me!)
She talks about leather and tobacco…

And outside it’s pouring!!! God, you jerk!

She talks about rose, musk, wood…
and in all her pride,
she even remembers the amber!
“Can I buy it now? That would be nice!!)

Finally paid!!! Got what I wanted!
(a glance back while leaving…, she was sulking!)
I didn’t care! Guess it’s meant to be!
But outside, there was sunshine!!!

I didn’t lie, my dears..
(maybe exaggerated a bit!)

I had my desert wind…
and then I didn’t hurry back
to the car, now there’s sun!
I strolled through the old town, what a delight!

Next time I’ll try to visit
(assuming it doesn’t rain again…)
the Munich hare!
With my wife! We’ll talk again!

About 7 years ago,
Hermes calls up Jean Paul…
“Listen, we need a fragrance!
And pay attention now, it should,
yes, it should be unique!
A bit of ISO too, but fine!

The name is up to you…
it’s actually not that important!
And… you can show off with the ingredients!
Just make it quick! And make it right!
Go for it, Hans Paul! I trust you!

“Okay, then let me take a look…!

I’m going to the fruit market now,
to see my favorite vendor.
I have a composition
in my head, I think I know it already
I’ll take grapefruit, I’ll press it,
won’t forget green mango
that goes in my basket, and…thanks!
As a bonus, a tomato vine,
a gift from the vendor,
I’ll take it, thanks!

And the fragrance is ready, genius!
I tell you, Hermes! First choice!”

“Wow, Pauli! Yes, the fragrance is wonderful!
Not too much and not too sparse!
It blows me away too,
but now tell me, what should it be called?”

“Well, Hermes, really good question!
That’s why I’ll be flying on vacation
with my wife these days,
I’ve already booked! I’ll be quite dignified
vacationing in Egypt
culture, good food, and such things…”

But after the first dinner…
or the second…I’ve forgotten!
Paul’s stomach was rumbling,
he couldn’t handle something…

(The fish was good, but it was raw!
And tap water on the salad…
In short, he needed a toilet now
But none available in front of the inn!)

“Damn, I need a field now!
But where to find one in the city?
Oh God, I’m really in a crisis now!”

And so…

Jean Paul swore: “Dear God!

Help me out of this dire need!
Please!!! I can’t wait any longer!
Please find me a garden!
I’ll make it immortal in your name!
Thank you! Amen!

And so it came to be!

Right by the Nile, it was genius!
Finally, his suffering was over!
Paul was feeling good again! His vow?
Now has a name, worldwide!