03/09/2019

Isolani
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Isolani
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Too tender to be lost.
Like when you're in the iridescent conservatory
of the happy tidal change
a gentle tide will jump,
nestles to your borders
and overcomes them at the moment,
appeals to your patience
and you - shoo, shoo, shoo,
didn't you see it? -
with delicate pink rose water
washed around.
How transformed do you go afterwards
through your morning,
purified downright;
you almost mean that yours years ago
for legitimate reasons
internal anger
would have weakened.
The constantly clenched fist,
well hidden in the bag,
it dissolves all at once,
and when you bend over,
to pick up a delicate down feather,
you see yourself for a moment
in the mirrors of the surroundings
and wonder about the glow
that covers your head...
Could it be that?
Do you understand,
what it means,
the world through the
pink glasses to see?
After all, you're ram
the principle of aggression and awakening -
and now all of a sudden
this quiet, inner, spiritual sound painting:
"sag´ times, do you still have them all?" -
deep down,
so heartily felt -
like "Enya" in her gentlest moments...
Simply ´mal get the lighter out
and to be on the urban marketplace
to the sound of the universe...
No matter if the sun shines,
the clouds pile up,
the night is black
or the stars fall?
Who'll catch them? Br />
Au weia.
All I'm saying is watch out! Now you have to act.
Anders.
Much too gentle you feel,
"I don't even recognize myself,"
weakened on the one hand,
and then you're already thinking about it,
the evil new neighbor of opposite
than small attention
Incense sticks in good,
reconciliatory intention
on the stairs.
Just at that moment he opens the door,
and before he can say anything,
you put your hand on his shoulder,
look deep into his eyes,
nodding to him knowing too
and you say, "Namasté"
It's rare that fraternization has taken place so quickly.
Both cry.
That's love.
And that, although yesterday you
you were on and off,
to give him one on the bell.
Because: it would be quite appropriate,
for the nerves,
he's cost you lately...my goodness!
But, sei´s drum, forgive and forget,
you have to let it be good once in a while.
Can.
With all the sentimentality
is playing just now over there in the neighboring house
someone piano,
sing to it and you know:
you hear sadness and truth.
A slight sigh each here and there,
it doesn't take much,
to face the truth.
The small gestures explain
the big litters
and you still dodged in time;
too tender to be
to get lost.
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A most wonderful one,
in pink gold powder tones
held ( roses ) scent,
noble, valuable and very elegant.
Yes: also feminine - but should this be an obstacle?
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of the happy tidal change
a gentle tide will jump,
nestles to your borders
and overcomes them at the moment,
appeals to your patience
and you - shoo, shoo, shoo,
didn't you see it? -
with delicate pink rose water
washed around.
How transformed do you go afterwards
through your morning,
purified downright;
you almost mean that yours years ago
for legitimate reasons
internal anger
would have weakened.
The constantly clenched fist,
well hidden in the bag,
it dissolves all at once,
and when you bend over,
to pick up a delicate down feather,
you see yourself for a moment
in the mirrors of the surroundings
and wonder about the glow
that covers your head...
Could it be that?
Do you understand,
what it means,
the world through the
pink glasses to see?
After all, you're ram
the principle of aggression and awakening -
and now all of a sudden
this quiet, inner, spiritual sound painting:
"sag´ times, do you still have them all?" -
deep down,
so heartily felt -
like "Enya" in her gentlest moments...
Simply ´mal get the lighter out
and to be on the urban marketplace
to the sound of the universe...
No matter if the sun shines,
the clouds pile up,
the night is black
or the stars fall?
Who'll catch them? Br />
Au weia.
All I'm saying is watch out! Now you have to act.
Anders.
Much too gentle you feel,
"I don't even recognize myself,"
weakened on the one hand,
and then you're already thinking about it,
the evil new neighbor of opposite
than small attention
Incense sticks in good,
reconciliatory intention
on the stairs.
Just at that moment he opens the door,
and before he can say anything,
you put your hand on his shoulder,
look deep into his eyes,
nodding to him knowing too
and you say, "Namasté"
It's rare that fraternization has taken place so quickly.
Both cry.
That's love.
And that, although yesterday you
you were on and off,
to give him one on the bell.
Because: it would be quite appropriate,
for the nerves,
he's cost you lately...my goodness!
But, sei´s drum, forgive and forget,
you have to let it be good once in a while.
Can.
With all the sentimentality
is playing just now over there in the neighboring house
someone piano,
sing to it and you know:
you hear sadness and truth.
A slight sigh each here and there,
it doesn't take much,
to face the truth.
The small gestures explain
the big litters
and you still dodged in time;
too tender to be
to get lost.
___________________________________________________________________________________
A most wonderful one,
in pink gold powder tones
held ( roses ) scent,
noble, valuable and very elegant.
Yes: also feminine - but should this be an obstacle?
____________________________________________________________________________________
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