julius dreyfsandt zu schlamm - Prosatexts in different languages
22-06-2024
Obwohl sie zerbrechlich aussieht
ist sie schaut schüchtern über ihre Schulter
und enthüllt ihren Busen
Sie fühlt sich kalt an, wenn ich sie berühre
wenn meine Hand ihre Wange streichelt
Obwohl ihre Lippen
einen feuchten Mund bilden,
fühlt sie sich unruhig in dieser Position.
Sie starrt unablässig in die Tiefe,
auf den Boden, der sie trägt.
22-06-2024 om 11:42
geschreven door juliusdzs
I sculpt in the dim light
striving for perfection
as I surround them with love
My hands become agitated
as they search for the black clay
I am layered in thought
until I have built her in my way
I dare not give her the morning.
perhaps then I shall mourn
only the moon will beckon
before I fall into disappointment at dawn
22-06-2024 om 11:41
geschreven door juliusdzs
Opäť som pohla rukou teplým pohárom
Rám ma ohraničil na to, čo bolo
V zadnej časti mojej hlbokej záhrady pri schátranej verande
Stále som videl jej tieň,
ktorý sa pomaly rozchádzal v tmavom šere
Obrátil som sa,
naposledy som sa napil
pod lampou mŕtveho súmraku,
zahrabal som tam svoju rezignovanú tvár
Moja budúcnosť sa opäť sústredila na minulosť
22-06-2024 om 11:40
geschreven door juliusdzs
Today I rhyme my past
and try to forge the past into the present
Now I am with myself
and speak lovingly to me
making me walk slowly and limit my dreams
it also makes me less tired
some light will come soon
Sometimes grace is
enough for a few moments
then I go through ,,,,in longing
to reach a spiritual goal
like true cognition
22-06-2024 om 11:39
geschreven door juliusdzs
Ich lebe in den Schatten
das ist ein Teil von mir
aber ich bin sicher nicht schüchtern oder tot
eine Stimme oder einen Wunsch
schwebend zwischen dem Heute
und einem unbekannten neuen Morgenrot
Im Schatten zu leben bedeutet auch
auf das Licht zu warten,
es kann eine Illusion sein
mit einer schönen Aussicht.
Und dann, wie du weißt
offenbart sich die Wirklichkeit,
um sie kreativ auszudrücken,
jeden Tag mit einem anderen Gesicht.
22-06-2024 om 11:38
geschreven door juliusdzs
She, Fatuma, challenges the gods from behind her transparent voile
like Like a graceful serving bride of her dark ultimate desires
to seduce the heavenly hosts into earthly seduction
so that she, Fatuma, would be the bearer of their seed
and in the dust of speech, where any power
could be transformed into her commandments
and also all the extinct ones could make her their only supreme being.
Because of this woman's patience, it happened
that not only men with beards, but she herself,
with her blessed breasts filled which were filled with fertile juices, became clouded with eternal guilt;
and so the men with beards recognised her sublime greatness.
22-06-2024 om 11:37
geschreven door juliusdzs
il giorno è chiuso
ho pensato come il poeta
ma la luce stava diventando più intensa
e i miei occhi
così ci sarebbe stata meno luce
e il giorno sarebbe finito comunque
anche il mio
Ma l'immagine della dispersione
si è intromessa
ho guardato nel tunnel del
bagliore del tubo virtuale
22-06-2024 om 11:36
geschreven door juliusdzs
Before I put my ear to the pillow
knowing a fairy will come tomorrow
I just want to share this with you
for it is not every day
that a fairy from the magic kingdom
comes to fill my heart with sweet food
in bright daylight and tastes
like chocolate ice-cream, it improve my mood
At the sight of her appearance,
my morning is full of anticipation,
and as the day continues to fill up
with enlightened and frothy cream
I fall into a trance (I offer no resistance)
that blissfully envelops and fills me in my sweet dream
The day is tired. I bid it farewell;
so I entered my sleep with a widening smile
22-06-2024 om 11:35
geschreven door juliusdzs
With squinted eyes she kisses the sun
it is as if love had for a moment, tenderly,
bends over her fragile receptivity
Come and take me
See my open gestures.
touch my spring hair
with sultry rays.
With you I want to make love
in beloved lyrical languages
but let me stay here for a while
and then yes, .... there, for ages
22-06-2024 om 11:34
geschreven door juliusdzs
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Sei nicht böse, wenn meine Lippen verbergen,
Es mag sein, dass meine Gefühle von den Jahren
der abgebrochenen Zweige bedeckt sind.
oder von einer Vergessenheit, die noch da ist.
Frag mich nicht nach dem Warum
es wird eine Sehnsucht sein, die tief ist
Wenn ich versuche,
den vergrabenen Schmerz auszudrücken,
dann versagt meine Stimme
22-06-2024 om 11:33
geschreven door juliusdzs
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My mind knows cucumber time
not
No, my muse is seduced by others
I am telling you this in all these words
because it expands the emptiness that is present
I tell you this because I tend to complicate
it seeks solace in the poetic swamp
normally a source of inspiration out of fear
Today only coffee helps me through this damned time.
and hope that the Senseo will help me through.
Some kind of thing with flash lights
brews something brown and caffeinated at high speed
There is a hungry feeling that cries
out of unfathomable desolation
and that is why I am rhyming like a simpleton
While my dog compulsively poops in the dog toilet
22-06-2024 om 11:32
geschreven door juliusdzs
Selbst die Laterne
die sich schon in der Nacht krümmte
Leuchtet nun auch in aller Bescheidenheit
auf der Bühne der aufgehenden Sonne
Die Ruhe des Morgens ist deutlich spürbar
meine erste Asche Schwelt wie Weihrauch der frühen Erde
22-06-2024 om 11:31
geschreven door juliusdzs
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My hand touches the frame
to push something from outside
away from me
The stale air
of a closed cell
has fed a dull evening smell
I hope for coolness
when the day is over
and silence seeks its depth
The dullness in my body
takes its time to float away
at the open window
The breath searches for a pure order
impressions want to form a whole
and intertwine
Twilight is the salvation of my day
22-06-2024 om 11:30
geschreven door juliusdzs
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Именно в то время,
когда Земля вопрошающе воздевает руки к небу
и преисполнена терпением,
наступает пора ожидания.
Делается первый шаг
на пути более светлого часа.
Или, скорее всего, это выражается
словами надежды и плодотворной мечты.
Недолгим было напряжение
избавителей
от мрачных чувств,
свойственных человеку
в это время года.
Когда свет всё ещё уступает темноте долгой ночи
и моя душа уже жаждет перемен.
В конце концов, ритм природы -
его никакой силой не остановишь.
-
Wilbert Heisterkamp
Tolk-Vertaler Russisch
Переводчик, русский и нидерландский языки
22-06-2024 om 11:29
geschreven door juliusdzs
.
po czując bez dotykania
i patrzyliśmy na niewypowiedziane
ale wszystko nas znieczuliło
zaślepieni byliśmy połączeni
22-06-2024 om 11:27
geschreven door juliusdzs
Юлиус, какво правиш?
Всички тези думи се въртят в стиховете ти.
Все още ли се чувстваш присъстващ
в земния живот?
Ах, Господи,
Какво лошо има в това да възкликнеш спонтанно
И да се радваш в изобилие?
Позволете ми да не чакам
за обречена смърт
22-06-2024 om 11:26
geschreven door juliusdzs
tylko dźwięk duszy
poruszały wszystkie nasze serca
ale kiedy światło mogło dostroić się
do tu i teraz
lód pękł po dźwiękach
wspólnego smutku
22-06-2024 om 11:25
geschreven door juliusdzs
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Mein Vater beobachtet mich
eine Mischung aus Distanz
und Nähe in seinen Augen
ich kann ihn immer noch spüren
jetzt tief in mir geweiht
Sein Körper war schwer
und seine Seele poliert von den Jahren
kannst du seinen Weg so erklären?
Die Zeit erzählt seine Geschichte
ich gebe jetzt seiner Stimme
in mir einen Klang des Dankes
um das Herz endlich zu tränken,
ja, was nun klarer Wein scheint
Süß war sein Schweigen
noch süßer waren seine Worte
groß bleibt seine Macht
Er gab mir Einsicht
-seine Weisheit leitet mich
22-06-2024 om 11:24
geschreven door juliusdzs
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through the rigidified mind
and therefore usually does not know
where he is or has been
Misses also the feeling
of a supporting earth
but do not be afraid
hisses my streamer tough and cool
i am like the average man:
an all-wasting beast
with a dwindling value
My heart and head rest ever more on stiff stilts
and by now faded to pine
but through time have the lungs,
to chase my soul away,
increasingly begged oxygen
22-06-2024 om 11:23
geschreven door juliusdzs
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There are several times in your life's journey
that often it is one or more infections of the soul
that have not been considered or mourned before
More often this is a matter of mind and nature.
and character, not to mention behaviour patterns
that are at the root of the past very far back
and forcefully asserts itself as the supreme authority.
Than in the middle of life's journey, the chain breaks.
and the feelings are stronger than the rational thoughts
it all comes out or comes together, as if in a heap
the heart seems to want to bow down
before all the suffering on earth.
It is then that one has the duty of listening to oneself
or to go in search of who you really are
what are your talents and what nourishment is waiting for me?
on earth, in yourself or under the whole dome.
I know: I am talking about one or more marathons,
that you will have to run on your own or with others
but there is survival in the earthly creation
Light will tell more about this in the future.
these experiences are enlightening, they are stimulating.
for the rest of your life
22-06-2024 om 11:21
geschreven door juliusdzs
Over mijzelf
Ik ben
, en gebruik soms ook wel de schuilnaam
Julius V.E. Dreyfsandt zu Schlamm .
Ik ben een man en woon in
Nijnsel (Nederland) en mijn beroep is
proza dichter/poet .
Ik ben geboren op 14/07/1948 en ben nu dus
76 jaar jong.
Mijn hobby's zijn: Mijn hobby's zijn: music improvisations organ and other instruments. julius.dreyfsandt.zu.schlamm@gmail.com.
UN LEGADO PROSAICO
Ik ben , en gebruik soms ook wel de schuilnaam Julius V.E. Dreyfsandt zu Schlamm.