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[Achernar]

We all have moments of weakness ...

We all have weak moments,
Disappointment of the hour
when the soul in us if freezes
and the memory of happiness
He is leaving us.
In vain mind loudly and sensibly
keeps telling us a list of Earthly Delights:
we remember them, we believe they are ready -
and yet we can not believe in them.
Usually all goes untreated,
torment and pain will subside,
and kills
As an exception,
what is not yet
forget.

Veronica Tushnova

 

[Lena]

Ich wusste schon immer, das ich dich nicht suchen sondern finden würde.

Das ich dich nicht prüfen sondern dir vertrauen würde.

Das ich dich nicht idealisieren sondern erkennen würde.

Das ich dich nicht deuten sondern verstehen würde.

Ich wusste schon immer, das ich mich nicht in dich verlieben sondern dich gleich lieben würde.

Der Junge mit der Wäsche aus der Tonne Hannelore....

Petit ein frage Ami ein frage hat

Lache und die Welt lacht mit dir..
Weine und du weinst allein....

Ich gehe auf deln Bild zu
und dein Bild geht auf mich zu.....
es spricht mich liebevoll an und küsst mich......
bei meiner Rückkehr aus der Gefangenschaft....

In jedem lebt ein Bild, des was werden soll so lang er das nicht ist, ist nicht sein Friede voll.......

Weil du ein Mensch bist....
Weil ein Mensch eine Muschel ist die manchmal tönt.....
Weil wir uns kennen ohne Namen...
Weil das Wort Welle ist....
Weil du Wort und Welle bist.....
Weil wir strömen..
Weil wir manchmal zusammen in den strömen der Wellen versinken....

Wort für Wort
Welle für Welle
durchbreche ich eure Grenze.....
Petit ein frage Ami ein frage hat....

P.F.

 

[Xenia]

Love and loneliness

All alone I walk around my fears
being my soul's lament the only sound I hear
being my heart's dark all that I can't see
'cause I am lost in loneliness' big sea.

My love has left me and gone away
now with the thorns of a rose holding in my hand I stay
and no-one my silent shout can hear
and no-one can see sorrow feeding my tears.

Maybe when all my suffering I forget
the bloom of a new rose will be my sunrise and my sunset
but now I know that love's good smell
will always be my heaven and my hell.

 

[Xenia]

Eternity
Rare are the feelings
That torment my heart
Each of my senses
You transform in art

I see my soul dancing
The rhythm of emotions
When I look your eyes
The home of blue oceans

There is no sunrise
That could compete
With the magic moment
When our bodies meet

The angelic melody
Of your voice is sound
A divine serenity
In your arms I found

So don't be afraid
Live this love fully
Accept our eternity
Forever, yours truly

 

[Achernar]

Susret

Jedan se pogled iskrao kradom
iz plavog sna sa dna tišine,
zasjao iskrom, bljesnuo nadom
i zaživeo usred tmine.

I poput duge u kišnom danu
na tren tama poče da plamti
kad lagan dodir na mome dlanu
ostavi nešto što se pamti.

Prebrzo sve su prekrile sene,
i sjaj u oku, i to lice...
Ostaše reči nedorečene
za neke druge pozornice.

I ništa više. Sve što je bilo
začas se pokri velom ćutnje.
Sve sakri plavi san svojim krilom
i nesta svega osim slutnje.

 

[Achernar]

Alone With Everybody

the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.

there's no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.

nobody ever finds
the one.

the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill

nothing else
fills.

 

[Xenia]

Empty soul

Many lives sold on the street,
Many puppets next to me,
I was walking to nowhere.
Crowns of flowers on my head,
whispering wind behind my back,
I'm going away to a land that's dead.
Killing time, and passing stores,
I'll set my soul free on the shore
And dream if there is something more
Tapping on the windshield
fell the rain.
My smile teetering on stilts
of words I wish I could say.
Someone else's acts
tapping in my head.

 

[Achernar]

Yaş otuz beş! Yolun yarısı eder.
Dante gibi ortasındayız ömrün.
Delikanlı çağımızdaki cevher
Yalvarmak, yakarmak nafile bugün,
Gözünün yaşına bakmadan gider.

Şakaklarıma kar mı yağdı ne?
Benim mi Allahım bu çizgili yüz?
Ya gözler altındaki mor halkalar?
Neden böyle düşman görünürsünüz;
Yıllar yılı dost bildiğim aynalar?

Zamanla nasıl değişiyor insan!
Hangi resmime baksam ben değilim:
Nerde o günler, o şevk, o heyecan?
Bu güler yüzlü adam ben değilim
Yalandır kaygısız olduğum yalan.

Hayal meyal şeylerden ilk aşkımız
Hatırası bile yabancı gelir.
Hayata beraber başladığımız
Dostlarla da yollar ayrıldı bir bir;
Gittikçe artıyor yalnızlığımız

Gökyüzünün başka rengi de varmış!
Geç fark ettim taşın sert olduğunu.
Su insanı boğar, ateş yakarmış!
Her doğan günün bir dert olduğunu,
İnsan bu yasa gelince anlarmış.

Ayva sarı nar kırmızı sonbahar!
Her yıl biraz daha benimsediğim.
Ne donup duruyor havada kuşlar?
Nerden çıktı bu cenaze? Ölen kim?
Bu kaçıncı bahçe gördüm tarumar.

N'eylesin olum herkesin başında.
Uyudun uyanamadın olacak
Kim bilir nerde, nasıl, kaç yaşında?
Bir namazlık saltanatın olacak.
Taht misali o musalla taşında.

 

[Achernar]

You are butterfly,
woven from the dream,
with silver wings,
torn between these coarse fingers,
craving for innocent delicacy.
Somewhere in spoken silence,
the flower is light from which you fly,
its roots are my eyes,
from the dark sky sighing,
heavy as drunken steps,
and its last verses,
before the rain,
with star dust removed.
You are distant.
With a familiar illusion I leave,
which does not fit to the God in me,
in the gentle night,
on my lips that the autumn wind is soothing,
all the fantasy of love,
which without shame,
disappears with the dawn,
in someone’s elsе bed blazed.

 

[Achernar]