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Zaterdag 22 juni 2024

Di fatto

.

Nella desolazione vivente

si incontra il futuro

non estraneo alla nostra esistenza

allo stesso modo, la vecchiaia cresce

su strade che non sono più

secondo i percorsi originari

Abbozzo un'immagine d'ombra

che sminuisce il quotidiano

anche qui è il tempo sconosciuto

che guarisce su una macchia che rimane

ma su cui la pioggia perde tristezza

Descrivo con frasi esterne

ciò che in grandezza è invisibile;

l'intangibile è quindi dentro,

incommensurabile perché l'altro è la mancanza

Geschreven door juliusdzs om 11:18 Reageer op dit bericht

Zaterdag 22 juni 2024

Verweilen

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Wenn ich so durch die Nacht wandere

und mich ein wenig umschaue

fühle ich das Licht vor und hinter mir

Das atmet, das mich trägt

das mich klar sehen läßt

aber auch die Schwere

vor der der Mensch fast zurückweicht

Ich wünschte so sehr... ich könnte selbst schweigen.

um dich frei zu machen von der stillen Last, die dich quält

die das Herz kalt macht und die Sonne im Leid

Ich schenke dich mein Lächeln durch den Nebel

meine Seele fühlt mit dir

es knüpft die Bande wie bei den Freunden

zu einem geschützten Land wo lieben wachsen kann.

Blumen, die zur Jahreszeit gehören

pflücke ich mit dir

es wird die Zeit kommen:

wenn der Morgen erwacht

Und ich werde dich auf den Schultern tragen

damit ich den Schritt zu neuen Ufern

wagen konnte, zärtlich und in aller Ruhe

Geschreven door juliusdzs om 11:17 Reageer op dit bericht

Zaterdag 22 juni 2024

Sprache der Schatten

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Der Tag danach ist die Melancholie

des Überflusses, wenn die Gefühle erschöpft sind

in der Vielfalt der Nuancen

Die Seele scheint veredelt durch die Gelegenheiten

der Worte, die jetzt im Geist

oder in einem einzigen Herzen ruhen

und mit oft geschlossenen Augen

Am nächsten Tag schreit man in die Leere

einer Wüste verblasster Herrlichkeit

Während noch etwas Schokolade im Blut schwimmt

die jetzt rein und manchmal unwillkürlich bitter schmeckt

bis die Gegenwart sich wieder mit dem Morgen verbindet

und Hoffnung auf Erwartung trifft

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Zaterdag 22 juni 2024

Talking to myself

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When I write in this way,

i am talking about the void.

i fill it with thoughts on paper

and share it with you,

waiting for fulfilment

In the imposed afternoon silence,

like yesterday

it feels plainly poor in the growing chill

It enters as you take in my words

you hear them in the sound that spreads.

Does it close the gap? Or do I take you deeper?

are you tempted from the present?

I say this because it comes

so from the rigidity of the moment

rich in feeling,

yet difficult to express

This poet is not always able

to realise his task

sitting behind a frosted window

This little death I never get used to

Geschreven door juliusdzs om 11:14 Reageer op dit bericht

Zaterdag 22 juni 2024

Old news

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Where is happiness when it rains outside

and the light falls like sadness beyond parting

Do you then speak of a face that yields to the weight

of the grey air that sighs with reason

or of being carried away by the fate?

Could it be that it is just this moment that is cut off

and added to all that perishes anyway

and that you are only dwelling on the past

and the new tomorrow already feels like a timeless abandonment?

Yet I go on. I take a one-way trip

into a silent city or a charred forest

stripped of the Christianised kyrieleis

In dying to life we get rid of everything.

waiting can perhaps be soothing or can lead to insight.

one can even, slowly or suddenly, become entangled in the now.

Often then other thoughts come, slowly tearing down walls.

but for the moment it floats in unattainable thin air.

*

Where happiness dwells as winter reigns.

Geschreven door juliusdzs om 11:11 Reageer op dit bericht

Zaterdag 22 juni 2024

Night Train

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I spread out my hands like barriers in front of my eyes

I see little light. My fingers are like rays

restricting my vision

I divide the world even more than before

and see even less from outside:

caged

Directionless thoughts roam like predators, hungry for food

inside my brain

It's as if I have no reason at all, as if I were a dark night train that can't be stopped.

This is not the way of life I have in mind

That's what I hope for on this dark day.

Yes, I know it's an escape

but I think it will be bearable for a while

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Zaterdag 22 juni 2024

Dying in daylight

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I have reached out my hand

so many times in moments of being

Each time in the dying of the day

I meet the death of your youth

Your fingers will never be able to touch me

they are already snapped, beyond repair

Your soul darkened by black visions

and you no longer feel me

Everything I want to share perishes as if by anticipation

along screaming throats of despair and betrayal

Would you rather live in the sight of shadow light

I let you go anyway

Geschreven door juliusdzs om 11:07 Reageer op dit bericht

Zaterdag 22 juni 2024

Frozen tears

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There are those moments when an old feeling separates itself from my new spring - like old sucking roots,

so sparse, so unfeeling, so cool

a misunderstood negative, how the soul was torn apart, painted in grey and black and white

Never again will this memory be a loving memory

Nor will this memory ever be the colour of a summer bouquet

Not even if it is carried by the highest good of indispensable people.

The recurrent sprout of sudden loneliness has nothing to wish for

The pain can only be eased if one has once again experienced how the feeling was once raped.

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Zaterdag 22 juni 2024

I would have liked to be a rose

When life overtakes me through the pain of dying,

when my joy is rare

When expectation and hope

Give way to that which is out of reach

No longer knowing what to do, I stand so alone,

my heart turns to stone

I would have so longed for others to flourish through me,

more than has been given to me

In a garden of roses glowing in the sun

If only I could

But it was not to be

The end turned against me more and more

Sometimes you could say

I succumbed to death

Geschreven door juliusdzs om 11:04 Reageer op dit bericht

Zaterdag 22 juni 2024

The anticipation

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My window is hidden behind the soft shades of green

of the forest and the trees

I can already feel what will come

Of autumn colours I dream of muted scents that gradually announce that summer is growing old

I pluck the last of the fruits before nature ceases to grow visible.

And so my thoughts drift out into the field of expectation

where the parting is so normal

and the falling of the leaves is possible

and makes the landing softer.

Geschreven door juliusdzs om 11:01 Reageer op dit bericht

Zaterdag 22 juni 2024

dancing in silhouette

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near ferns in my garden, spreading and sprinkling

like the green-grey fountain in the Plaza del Piedro

I think, so I think of the lost shadows of the evening

and contemplate you for a while

A dreamy being, you are

You dance the silhouette of the swaying of the palm trees

with a vulnerable smile of subdued pleasure

across the pavement of my deserted love's square a last ray of sunshine sweeps

and kisses the earth with advancing broad lips

until it has taken over the whole of the square

and I am getting lost in you, my love

with my old clarinet, out of date,

I echo in all the corners, into the dark alleys

This is how I console the bygone day

Geschreven door juliusdzs om 10:59 Reageer op dit bericht

Zaterdag 22 juni 2024

Water

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From the parched land I float to the sweet waters

where the stricken lake is still tinged with the salty colour

surrounded by transient reeds

my time there seems wasted

The current sings

and kisses left and right the caressing shore

and whispers softly to the green that waits

The cold loses an opaque membrane,

it is the sunlight that offers a burst of warmth.

Countless fluttering wings spread the scent

The scent that grows stronger and stronger towards the distance where dawn awaits me.

I hope that tomorrow you will look at me gently.

With some tender tears

Geschreven door juliusdzs om 10:58 Reageer op dit bericht

Zaterdag 22 juni 2024

In Pacem From : The Requiem by Julius Dreyfsandt zu Schlamm

IN PACEM

Farewell, my friends who are all gathered around me

I still feel the warmth of your love

and take it with me. This all will remain in my heart.

It will encourage the journey to the everlasting

where the creator will surely be in wait for me

and the angels, full of spirit and so finely circumscribed

will soothe your earthly sorrow with their wings of light

I weep once more and touch with my soul

your great hearts a moment longer

while the tender peace is already telling me about the silence

and helping me to shed earthly sorrow

Sing with me the song of the eternal peace

so that all our tears may be interwoven

Gradually divine joy will be born and revive in you

I may now be on my way and hear the call of the cherubs.

They want to carry me to the Lord on the palms of their hands.

For all of you a consoling thought

Farewell and wait till my return to you

Geschreven door juliusdzs om 10:56 Reageer op dit bericht

Zaterdag 22 juni 2024

Empty boxes

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Hear me fill the voids of uneducated shadows that echo off the thickly plastered, blind walls

And the shameless fall of sand and gravel I perceive

as the crashing of decapitated words

So many layers over the years become artificial calloused or dust from ancient images

The soul, forced to nudity by the firing of cannons

that saw deep layers as certainty

The soul that regurgitates the mud in which the rotten poles have performed as a foundation for the pretence of hopeless plays to be performed

I often try to fill these voids with grey dreams

while my fists pound on empty boxes of hope

Geschreven door juliusdzs om 10:55 Reageer op dit bericht

Zaterdag 22 juni 2024

it is silent

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the pure becomes visible in silence

I do not speak of coldness. I speak of calm in a wordless gesture.

turbulent currents drift towards the sea where I see a growing confidence rising in the burgeoning bilge

In this silence of rising joy, where sand and water come and go, my soul tells me: Ebb and flow have always carried me.

Geschreven door juliusdzs om 10:54 Reageer op dit bericht

Zaterdag 22 juni 2024

when desire is dying

.

I would so much like to bind my deepest desire to a chain in my soul

Or embrace it tightly. and to sing with love songs

it says so much about suffering on earth

and even more about our human existence

There is so much desire for avoidance of the inescapable loneliness.

I want so much to relive those moments, to count the intimacy,

but then I am driven on in such a hurry

In the attempt to cling to dreams, in the attempt to be guided by dreams

When I find the other, the one who knows me and understands me

I will slowly be aware of what my bond with life is

The feeling that I have the right to be there will be more and more mature.

The desire will die. To inherit true love.

Geschreven door juliusdzs om 10:51 Reageer op dit bericht

Zaterdag 22 juni 2024

a gilded lance

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icy thoughts often eat away at the past in the conscience.

It atrophies the, gentle desire. It turns the skin into a shield and sees desire through an unsharpened lens.

and yet, sometimes very briefly, shines through supposed walls like a gilded lance, shining with pure brilliance.

For a moment it makes the feeling quiver

Only to die, as it were. Cast aside like a missed opportunity.

Geschreven door juliusdzs om 10:47 Reageer op dit bericht

Zaterdag 22 juni 2024

Untitled

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His chair was empty. It was so nude he sank into it.

into his world with the silk pillow; down to the wire worn and dilapidated, its seat still held together by two straps, soft with lost lustre

I feel he is not gone. I smell the scent of his skin, his unwashed hair, and share the sadness of his lost bride, with the tears through the years.

I can still see his smile on his face. His lips curled mischievously and words formed, sometimes spoken in silence.

He's still here. Isn't he?

Geschreven door juliusdzs om 10:45 Reageer op dit bericht

Zaterdag 22 juni 2024

elegance

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My celebration of the joy of grapes, the sweet feast along your tendrils

caressing the leaves with the tips of my fingers, while a summer wind witnesses the sound of sighs

my velvety lady plucks the ripe fruit with delicate elegance

with delicate elegance she touches my mouth

Geschreven door juliusdzs om 10:44 Reageer op dit bericht

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