Tuesday, December 13, 2011

05/06/2011

My heart feels like a stone
Made up of some heavy metal
Sitting there enlarging
Anytime you pass through
My heart feels like a burden
A stop sign
Too big to spit out
Too bitter to swallow
My heart feels like a stone
Stepping, pounding, pressing on
Not moving,
Not yielding,
Not accepting
What’s going on

05/19/2011

You walk in the mud
Holding on to clouds
Feet dirty
Sticking on the ground
You can pull yourself up
Wash off and go on
Smell will leave with enough soap
But the memories
Of dirt
Of darkness
Will not leave you
So you need to clean
Clean the mud
Not the feet

04/29/2011

Where the roads cross
You hand over your heart to me
Like a precious stone.
Heaviness of the burden
Of the fragile beats-------
I can’t exchange it
With the bitter taste
Of the knife

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

GOODBYE

I have decided once in for all
Not to be your shadow anymore
On your almond tree…
Because the sun you love
Is killing me gently
I will not follow you in secret
Cool you down with my darkness
I will not tremble and move
Anytime you smile
I will stay in this corner
Stay collected
Stay still
Stay wondered

Saturday, April 30, 2011

It's This Way

I stand in the advancing light,
my hands hungry, the world beautiful.

My eyes can't get enough of the trees--
they're so hopeful, so green.

A sunny road runs through the mulberries,
I'm at the window of the prison infirmary.

I can't smell the medicines--
carnations must be blooming nearby.

It's this way:
being captured is beside the point,
the point is not to surrender.

~by Nazim Hikmet

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Ich will mit ihm gehen, den ich liebe

Ich will mit dem gehen, den ich liebe.
Ich will nicht ausrechnen, was es kostet.
Ich will nicht nachdenken, ob es gut ist.
Ich will nicht wissen, ob er mich liebt.
Ich will mit ihm gehen, den ich liebe.

by Bertolt Brecht

Thursday, April 14, 2011

DESPITE

I loved you like the mountains love the sky
As in the happiness where wounds heal
As in the embrace of the mother of a found child after long missing…
I loved you like the warm bread and tea
Not because you were somebody else in my imagination,
But because you were all there was.
I loved you like no one on this earth should be loved,
Too soon,
Too much,
Too carelessly.
As you were a part of me like my eyes
I loved you with all my might, blood, veins and creases
And this wild missing, this farness unfillable…
I loved you knowing there was no loving back…