THE TIME OF THEN
The kitchen from my childhood was always full of people.there was a warm stove in, what more could you wish for?
the laundry hung to dry and the sausage on a nail.
the coffee was simmering, where was life richer?
We sat in our kitchen with nine men to eat
with soup beforehand and pudding, I will never forget.
the dishes were not the worst, then we were singing.
a big sink, that was our bath, there were worse things.
The kitchen mat was rolled up, because father came from the market, I still see him sweating
The arms full of vegetables, we had to eat again.
bread was always on the shelf and a pig in the cellar .. it
was dirty then the mop went through and everything was clear again.
and NOW? .. The kitchen of our children is full of devices
the newest of the latest, but you can not talk to it.
the laundry is in the dryer, the food is in the freezer.
it is unprecedented luxury, if I had not known better.
They eat in the kitchen, yes with whom did that matter?
a two-minute meal, from the microwave.
the dishes that go in the machine, they are not with that.
and singing that does not have to be done anymore, they're playing a CD.
No more drinking, but a whirlpool, a car at the door
who is not satisfied, that is an old nag.
we did not have all those things, but we did have something more.
a precious life; cosiness and atmosphere.
