2021.05.10.
Barefoot
Dawn, drops of sleep are trembling in the fog
The mark of a bare light foot on the moss
Chilliness is already drawing a net on the glass
The dusk is sewing a coat of clouds for pines here
This is my place on earth
Here is my time, let it last eternally
The dawn is collecting frost from the willow ways
The mark of all past springs here
Chilliness is already reddening the faces of the suns
The dawn on the hairs of dogs is hurtling to the heathers
This is my place on earth
Here is my time, let it last eternally
The dawn is burning from above...
2020.08.20.
I Get Off
Someone please stop the world at last! I get off
at the first station, here and now!
Someone please stop the world at last, because I get off.
I don’t want to breathlessly race through life.
Like in a spinning-wheel, I spin passively,
losing the thread and the days,
and some devil keeps telling me: 'hurry!'
And yet, life is made to live it,
to ask oneself: 'To have or to be?'.
And yet, life is made to live it,
before the thread breaks in the spinning-wheel.
Like in a spinning-wheel, I spin passively,
losing the thread and the days,
and some devil keeps telling me: 'hurry!'
Someone please stop the world at last! I get off
at the first station, here and now!
I no longer want to compete, I’m running out of energy.
I don’t want to breathlessly race through life.
I’ll be wasting my time, looking for good stars,
watching holes in the sky,
loving you as long as I can.
I don’t mind spending sunsets, dawns and nights at this.
Like in a spinning-wheel, I spin passively,
losing the thread and the days,
and some devil keeps telling me: 'hurry!'
And yet, life is made to live it,
to ask oneself: 'To have or to be?'.
And yet, life is made to live it,
before the thread breaks in the spinning-wheel.