It was an ordinary day

            so ordinary that it was almost ignored

            the air was the same

            the moon was still the same moon I’d known since 1983

            the soil still smelled like earth

            people still wore different masks and chains.

And there was I talking to a friend

            listening to his old stories, old punch lines, old complaints,

            old faked laughter which I’d known so long that I could

            actually measure the calories of the forgotten clown in his closet.

Right there I was caught so unprepared,

            my friend was colored purple!

            Memories in quick flashbacks

            How many times I shared a bath with him?

            How many secrets I confided with him?

            How about those forbidden fantasies, naughtiness of mine

                        Only was he who knew?

            It was ten years my friend since high school

            Why all of the sudden you’re showing off shades of purple hidden there,

            Somewhere there underneath your beautiful face.

            I had envied you, hated you for turning my girlfriends into yours

            I once had wished to be you

            We’re brothers, right?

            Why you had to be so mean?

            Why you didn’t trust me enough, that you had to hide many years,

            That it took a stranger so that I would know?

After all I realized it was no ordinary day after all.

            The air was not the same, it conveyed sooty lies,

            The moon was showing more scars now than before,

            The soil smelled blood, and people, you’re one of them, were not real.

Don’t get me wrong, we’re brothers, remember?

            But if you would feel safe and alive with your purple friend

            Go, and be safe.