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Zaterdag 22 juni 2024

Di fatto

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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
Geschreven door juliusdzs om 11:16 Reageer op dit bericht
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.
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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
Geschreven door juliusdzs om 11:08 Reageer op dit bericht
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.
Geschreven door juliusdzs om 11:05 Reageer op dit bericht
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

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