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textes en anglais :
Nothing at all
..
.. ..
Nothing at all
..And yes i should be really you...
In this straightjacket..and not in
corsage..
This bondage that holds your body..
It cages in all of
me.
I always fighted...and bleeded for all.
And what is finally
reached..?
Nothing..at all.
Caus the only answer stays the madness...
And the eternal safing is the
fall.
How strong i am called by the abyss...
I just want to let me
fall..
But my destiny is to stand.
If i wasn..t damned to be..what
ever i might be..
Then i would be a black bird.
I would simply laugh when
people say..he is just mad.
I dance on this rope..and the fear makes me
sick.
Caus when i look down i face the
Nothing..nothing..
I walk
on tripping with restless searching steps..
But i always end infront of
..
Nothing..nothing at all.
Maybe i would only brake free by the true
madness..
But for pure madness...i miss the strength.
So i am the strong
on ...i act as i do..
As if all that is left would be more..
Then an
error..just pain..and betray.
Would be
nothing...nothing...
Enough....
For you?
(translation of Nichts, nichts , gar nichts , from the musical elisabeth)
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A conversation from the nowhere
A conversation form the nowhere
..
I can feel your charming closeness...
Appear..and show
your self.
Caus i can guess who you are ..my realted soul.
And I am
awaiting you...titania
Come to me...do not disapoint me as well.
come and
dictate me....some more ...last words.
I have my feather and my book right
here..
to write theme down...
a voice: "i dont know a
thing"
-Who is it..my once dream ..i know you.
Dreaming , writing down
my feelings..
Riding free there in the wind...
And i once wanted to
be...like that .
"Why do you speak wit the dead ones?"
- What else
could i speak to mortals any longer...
"You are zynical...you are
bitter..and alone..."
-They finally made me what they wanted me to
be...!
"For making your self a prisoner...you did not have to break
free!"
-I am sick..and simply tired.
"everyone must at least
try...to become happy at last!"
-But i would be a liar..
"YOU have
never given up...NEVER!"
- Maybe just because i had not known enough
about the humans?
"You wanted to live.....without borders..without any
tabu.!"
-This is true...
Living free like a proud black bird
With
the wind..beneath my wings....
But now..it is too late.
Now i am made from
stone...
And i will never be....the way...i should.
(taken
from "WIe du ".)
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Tear of silence
Tear of silence
..
I am standing here ...
Remembering how it..s been.
So many years ago
i..ve been beyond all sin.
I layed on the ground of my self.
Being my
companion promised safety and warmth.
I hear theme asking how coud all this have been?
Wasn..t this one made for
getting up and win?
Where was the moment as it happend the first
time?
Where all died...that i called mine?
And of all that i had reached..
From this time on..
Was nothing left at
all.
I watched the people live..and tell their storys
Of things i..ve
never known.
My wings brought me high and higher
But i could not see in
which way lays sense.
I talked so many words...unspoken ..and
unfullfilled.
And all that is left by now is the voiceless and staring
memory
Of something that i could never reach.
I sweared i..d pay the
price what ever it will be..
but i never knew its grade.
I was longing for
all ...but it was useless.
Caus my hungring...never ends.
And when all the words I have written .
And all the words I have
said..
Are thrown away in the desert of time.
There will be nothing left
..but the great experience..
Of the silence frozen tear.
Left will only be
the weaping..
Of an unheard and so long gone..
tear of silence.
There was this soul..someone who..s really known.
Loving me and
undesrtanding..was his doom.
With his hope..s blood i wrote silent
symphonies..
on my pale, white,cold skin.
And the one real hope it
once knocked on my door.
In this eyes there was the spell of an unending
shore.
And that this pureness could not melt my tear.
i can..t forgive me
that.
And i am able to build wonders..so unique.
Just for see theme
breaking down.
My body can be flame.
My soul can be ice.
But my heart
it stays a thorn.
And the more of way are opened.
the more i..m
loosing strenght in my feet.
I was a devil but i longed for angel..s
sighs.
But i heard nothing more then whispers of a memory..
that i never
reached.
They all listen to this worlds unending crys:
They all listen
to their lies.
They all trust in their wild sadness.
But the silence never
crys.
And i saw faith in all of their minds.
the faith in love and life.
They
invited me to join their boat of hope.
Wanted me ..to follow this
road.
And i walked all this ways.
I passed every storm.
I fought .And I prayed.
And i ate..and i hungered.
I loved so unbroken
and i did it all..
With my serching heart.
But the only
power..that finally stays.
Is this horrible...unendable...
Destroying and
building..
Caring and leaving..
And undevitable..
Silence of a
tear.
And to all of you who follow
On this ways that already long are done
i
can tell even before you are trying to speak:
The only thing you will here
finally reach..
Is the frozen silent..
tear.
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Stone My life made from stone.
This heart..layed down in marmor..to clear.
A
running...an escape..
Through worlds cold like ice.
Died.And frozen...to
stay there forever.
In the fog..of black naked eternity.
What i once had thought of..i would never loose.
Had finally get
lost.
The gift ..of emotions and longings of mine.
Is buried in shields
now..
Made from strongest pain.
Why is the one thing..i can feel anymore..
If my soul respects..
This
pain?
Made from the iron of wounding hard knifes.
Going through my body that
once was the life.
The dark and cold blood it ran...
Through unnamed far
time.
No matter how often he might can appear.
As soon as it is here..with me by
my side.
I am loosing.
I am falling.
And gone is the strength.
So finally
passes the dying cold breath
Of faiding roses...
And of long gone
love.
This heart...
It is bleeding.
Can there be a heart bleeding..
that was made
from stone..?
It can.
The clearest..the purest.
Of all humans
blood.
The purest ..the lightest..
and free choosen pain.
Brakes
through me..
and carrys my soul now to far.
So be it my sence.
My
hope and my longing..
that i..m totally stone..
i ..m nothing but
stone.
So let my soul become..
Like his face so cleaned...
from
Love.From the pain.
And from all human life.
As a sculpture like she is..
Stranded on the wide..
Darkblue deep
sea.
Then i..ll look through eyes..
that are made from marmor.
on
life...
death..
that will never touch me again..
A soul made from
stone..
it won..t feel a thing.
So be it my wish..
To stand there
in stone.
For eternal time.
Much too cold..for human fadings.
Forever freed..
From Humans.
From Life.
From pain.
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Between dream and reality
Between dream and reality
Kategorie: Schreiben
und Poesie
.. I want build walls around me...
And want to get free.
I am searching
for loneliness.
And don..t want to be alone...
I want light around myself..
and stay in darkness.
Heavy is my
heart.
But weightless my soul.
I live in the nomansland of dream and
reality.
I stand somewhere at the border of darkness and the light.
I had
been to late born..
I ..m getting lost inside this world.
Between truth
and reality.
I want to be like a flame..
And am like the
snow.
I want to be a cloud..
And am a dark, deep sea.
I search for
safety...
And want the risk.
Voiceless is my mouth...
but my
silence speaks to theme..
Who can understand?
I want to be the hope..
And no more see a way out.
I want the truth
..
and keep on acting the strength.
I should be never born.
My soul
gets lost inside this world.
Between longing and truth.
Free and proud
like a black gull..
High above the sea.
I am flying alone..
towards the
storms.
I should be never born..
My soul gets lost inside this world.
Between
dream and life.
Free and proud like a black gull..
High above the sea.
i am flying
alone...
Through reality and dream.
(translation from "zwischen Traum und wirklichkeit" by michael kunze und
sylvester levay