Schöne Vergänglichkeit & Reprise

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DichtArt CXXIX – Schöne Vergänglichkeit


Once there was a rose in summer,
Was so tender and so bright,
Even in the storm of thunder,
She was there and hold you tight.

Gave you all that she could give to,
Lost herself in gentle be,
Spend you calm and lovely moments,
Strong as every oldest tree.

When the summer turned to autumn,
Roses leaves return in earth.
Only hope and deepest love flow,
Bring her back in springs rebirth.

Once there was a rose in summer,
Loveliest you ever knew,
Smell of love you will remember,
Where you’ll stay and where you’ll go.

Don’t foget the one and only,
Rose of life and full of grace,
Still her gift is every morning,
Lovely smile upon your face.

Once there was a rose in summer.

(c) ideenlese


Selfish by christine
I don’t see
Your soul anymore

My darling

Cause you sold her
to the selfish fool
in you

I don’t feel
Your love anymore

My darling

Cause you sold her
for a ridiculous

I can’t stand the distance
between you and me
Such a mess of diff’rence
hanging over me

Sorry dear
Can’t do it with him

My darling

with this kind
Of stupid selfish fool

Bye my love
Will miss you within

My darling

Like I always did before


I don’t see
Your soul anymore

My darling

All I see
is your absent frozen smile

(c) ideenlese 2013/2022


Benommen vom Taumel der Faszination 
des Erkennens, dass die absolute Wahrheit
jenseits aller Worte und Bilder verborgen

Wie ein mildes Lächeln erst, im Schlaf,
das auf den Kuss des Erwachens vertraut
und im Gewandt reiner Liebe
anhebt, zu einem Lachen.

Von dort hinein in den Taumel der Freude,
berauscht von der klaren Sicht jenseits aller Worte und Bilder.

(c) ideenlese 2021


 If you want me 
to recognize you
as a man,
act like one.

if you want me
to be your wife,
don't treat me
like a mother.

Without a doubt
I am strong.

But can I reveal
my weakness
to a seven-year-old?

Can I give
my devotion
to a boy?

I'm not the saint
for you,
not the mother
and not the hooker.

I am a woman.

If you don't see that,
you're not my man.

A man
who shows me
his weakness,

a man
who knows
how to take,

a man
just an honest man
who loves
deeply and tenderly.

the woman
who promised herself
to love.

(c) ideenlese 2022