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"Without A Sound"
She awoke from the sun on her face and the tears in her eyes
Little shadows were meeting the morning and dancing around
Little lights playing in waterdrops couldn’t take off her sorrow
She lay in the grass so alone and sad
Without a sound
She had walked through the roads as she could feel her way
Her journey was long but the harmony hadn’t been found
There was a person who had been so near and dear
And that was the morning when he left
Without a sound
Once the winds were to tell her their stories
And there were the musics to lead her
She could talk to the trees
But then their language was lost in the ground
So that was the morning
When her love and her journey were over
Without a sound
"The Performance" (To Hermann Hesse)
Every drop is felt
Every crystal is seen
A dangerous play
Inside the theatre
A lone wolf on a bridge
Lost children looking for their Father
Lives and deaths
Underneath the skies
“Isn’t our life full of symbols?” –
The actor asked, looking around. –
“What will people say
Having found our footprints?”
Somebody would follow...
"Meet me"
A man looking down from the second floor
Hatted shadows in narrow corridors
Animals drifting on icebergs keep silence
Meet me, that’s what I see
Time is a snake one wanted to kill
Sweet temptation develop our living skill
If the air is stuffy, the water comes down
Meet me, that’s what I think
Sleepy eyes, thoughtful walks
Tired yodels, emotional stalks
Self-loving words in my living mind
Meet me, that’s what I am |