Clearly the blue river chimes in its flowing
Warmly and broadly the south winds are blowing
One after another the white clouds are fleeting;
Every heart this May morning in joyance is beating
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Friday, October 2, 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
And then,excuse from pain;
And then, those little anodynes
That deaden suffering;
And then,go to sleep;
And then, if it should be
The will of its Inquisitor,
The liberty to die
Pain has an element of blank;
It cannot recollect
When it began,or if there were
A day when it was not.
It has no future but itself,
Its infinite realm contain
Its past, enlightened to perceive
New periods of pain.
Friday, January 2, 2009
DIE SYMPHONIE VON MUENSTER
'Tell me exactly happened to us,
Now you are to me an absolute stranger,
Why do I not feel the same good?
As I lay in your hands?
Will it not matter what the future promises us
Where are you going?
You are good as gone,
Will we keep asking each other everything?
Maybe we have betrayed each other,
It's a fading believe that this love could survive anything,
Is it now, as it is then, about us?
As I stand in the rain,
Having nothing to give,
Better yet if you leave,
it is time,
That you have some understanding,
For this will not do,
What more is there to say?
What more is there to give?
Letting go is best
The silence between us is deafening,
The words from your mouth is incomprehinsible,
Have we tired from trying?
Why didn't we foresee this?
Anywhere is this LOVE vulnerable;
The way it is,
The end was written since long,
And that is our Symphony.
'Ich setze mich in traenen nieder
thanks to a.k-dusseldorf,germany