aurora

Halte dich an dem fest, was ist.

Halte dich an dem fest, war war.

Halte dich an dem fest, was gewesen sein könnte.

(esperando ...)

white - blue

serendipitous butterfly

the colour of cloud and sky

and the stripes of a stranded shell

she must have been born in

from the sea foam of a dream

our smiles met

on a wisp of a wave

the ocean spilled into eternity

before dusk merged her with the darkening sea.

la Segarra (2)

 

la Segarra (1)

unter dem weiten mantel der nacht

das leise quaken der frösche

ein sanfter wind über den feldern

das singen der grillen

ein schlaflied für die wolken

die uns sanft zudecken.

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Sie hatte es erlebt, dass Menschen zu Gefangenen dieser Festungen, ihrer Einsamkeit, wurden und sie bis an ihr Lebensende nicht mehr verließen, und sie hoffte, Tin Win würde lernen, was sie mit den Jahren gelernt hatte: dass es Wunden gibt, die die Zeit nicht heilt, die sie aber schrumpft auf eine Größe, mit der es sich leben lässt.

Jan-Philipp Sendker, Das Herzenhören

She had seen people become prisoners of these fortresses, their loneliness, and never leave them until the end of their lives, and she hoped Tin Win would learn what she had learned over the years: that there are wounds that time doesn't heal, but it makes them shrink to a size one can live with.

Jan-Philipp Sendker, The Art of Hearing Heartbeats

colours

which colour is the wind

brushing the hair of the pine trees

which cling to an abyss above the sea

sighing from longing to rest in the roots

which colour is the sea

the ever-changing but constant

dance of waves reflecting the vast

filling ear and heart with eternity

which colour is your soul

wearing sunsets in infinite skies

over the ocean's deepness

kissed by the calm of a tender rain

and the fragrance of roses.

(for D.)

Que reste-t-il ...

Que reste-t-il de nos amours

qu'un cheval blanc aux ailes d'argent

se dissolvant en bleu profond

d'un ciel d'automne sans souci

Que reste-t-il de nos amours

que ce coffret sacré du cœur

où le soleil se couche en or

sur l'océan des souvenirs

Que reste-t-il de nos rèves verts

de pâturages plein de fleurs frêles

caressées par le main du vent

qui souffle de l'ouest lointain

Il reste toujours la flamme d'une rose

enracinée en plein désir

Que reste-t-il que pur amour.

if you forget me

if you forget me

maybe the moon peeks

from an opening

hemmed by silver clouds

illuminating the temple

sheltered in a deep forest

of ancient beeches and oaks

where the roses grow wild

where timelessness burns

and a phial keeps light

of the moon and the stars.

(for D.)

#228

even after sunset

a nacreous cloud keeps floating

high in the sea of dusk

a cog laden with light

filling the lofts of night

with memories of honey.

december rose

 

in darkened times when leaf and twig went brittle

your sun is brightening gloomy days

inconspicuously against the silhouette of year's demise

keep shining, little rose

preserve the scent of summer

keep shining, little rose

another spring shall come.

#226

in the hour of late dusk

night draws the curtain

sky and sea melt into dark

of indiscernible horizons


softly the waves of tarnished silver

spill into memory

curling the coast of heart


remnants of western light

unfurl to floral glimmers

of thorn and blood and root.

(for D.)

beyond the reach of time

 nobody's gaze

could ever pierce my heart

like yours

the string that binds us

is resounding in vibration

of celestial harmonies.

(for D.)

#224

a spark came falling

from the sea of stars

into the pond of quiet

warm waters glimmering

translucent in the light of eve

from lavender depths

growing a lotus star

in sparkling willow light

engulfed by wavelets soft and tender

at night a moon arose

from the cradle of the floating bloom

carrying the incense

of eternal embers.

(for D.)

how love persists

how love persists

in the softness of a feathered evening sky

in the song of breezes tangled in the lakeside reed

in a silent flower swaying in the chords of grass

it keeps on glowing

in the faint silver over sea 

where sky and waters melt 

into a forlorn vastness.

#222

walk in my garden

on the enchanted path of green

where trees entwine their twigs waving in moonlight

find your way

to the hidden pool amid the thickets

behold your own reflection in the silver arc

of waters quietly sparkling

where wild lilies spread the fragrance

of deepest sources.

(for D.)

#221

she sings sweet melodies
from warm elysian fields
scented with spray from sea,
seaweed and salt of vastness

the long-stemmed grass
sways in the rhythm of the wind
learning the ocean's sound
down to the soil-bound roots

late in the purple veil of dusk
a silken butterfly
pursues the pollen of the moon.

(for D.)

#220

night at the coast

wind from the sea

passing the cherry tree

blooming for some short springtide

my gaze roams darkened depths

widespread without a shore

unfathomable unknown

beneath the starless dome

only in farthest haze

remains a lighthouse faint

remembrance of her smile

in a cherry blossom garden.

(for D.)

on the verge of spring

 

dream

we are living on an island

beyond the confines of this world

lush and green and peaceful

where the streams flow ceaselessly

translucent wavelets turning sunlight

into jade, copper, aquamarine

spilling into pools

of quiet reverie at day

and elvish giggles during night

the moon, born from the sea

silently watches over crest and vale

over the peace of dreams and creatures

filling our days with harmony

vespertine breezes waft in sighs

and rains fall only softly

into the whispers of the sea

in gleaming rhythm on our sunset beach. 

#217

quiet is the night
when the eyes of each home dimmed
when on the fir-clad valley's ground

the dark stream lies in slumber

rare is the night

when the snow drifts in a soundless flight

when a gentle hand sows feathers

on earth's countenance

deep are the dreams

in which the frozen ponds immerse

spun in a silk of crystal moonlight

woven in elvish lands

sweet is the dawn

when a golden sun awakes

into a peaceful pristine morn.