Dienstag, 22. März 2022
Si irin ajo naa
Way of life
Way of life
I have my
w
so furnished
that I do not
am ready
any luck
to take
When it comes
should be
I am in
To be patient
And goddess Fortuna
to others
refer
Because I already
satisfied with
my life
to me
יש לי שלי
יש לי שלי
יש לי שלי
אורח החיים
להגדיר
כי אני לא
הנני מוכן
כל מזל
לקחת
כשזה בא
לרצות
אני
לקחת סבלנות
ו אלת פורטונה
אחר
סדר
בגלל שאני כבר
מרוצה
החיים שלי
לי
הנני
Hours and for days
Hours and for days
Art
The artist
to his
knowledge
It is to us
to chat
of the
What we are
not yet
can know
So we dive
As shown in Fig
The transfiguration
Of a child
His hands play
With pebbles
water and
sand
Hours and
for days
iqala
Melodie
gjumi i të drejtëve
እብደቱ
माँ मुर्गी के पंखों के नीचे
वो आत्मा
*
Now and then
Now and then
I am convinced
That I am mine
characteristics
to work
Must and will
I am
the unit
A world meaning
Not on
the reason
come
I reject my
Views and
the the
other
If they do not
Existence that I am
As a being
Do not correspond
I am
me
never
for sure
if I
Always with open
playing cards
will
My adversaries
In me are
A thousand times more powerful
Than the reflection
In my mind
The others
What is written
Is a pale reflection
The Great Mother
The one soul
It is always mine
The search on the
Way to myself
And I am now
A chatterbox
and then there’s
Masterly since
always been
Now and then
from others
Awakens it in
Awakens it in
The longing
Their own will
the
Whether I have them
Also wanted
I
me
Not to breastfeed
to know
In me is a
Being at home
Which shook me
Of beauty
And of force
And every time
if I
the opposite
in the reality
behold
And see
awakens it in
me one
painful
unanswerable
fervor
Tell you want
Tell you want
I have to
completely from
go with me
to have to
It will
from me nothing
remain more
be able
The dust
who I
stirred up
have
like you
from that
another
story
tell you
want
To one ’s own
To one ’s own
Himself of the
Mood
Do not lean
According to one ’s own
determination
are looking for
In a waterless Desert end
In a waterless Desert end
Be patient
not me
on a
bliss
waiting
indelible
Me the sails
So mysterious
you are
Daily the
Internal facts
Interpret and betray
The life
The soul gave us
And
Us with the
Fingers down
To the final
The Great Mother
Has not
strained
To give birth to us
She threw us
in the
blood scream
Around us
and
our
descendants
Which they us
Set ever
And breastfeed
To your own
Life
We must
Us slowly
To get used to it
even if
We the mother’s breast
weaned
That we have their
Children are
and stay
We must
New daily
Ways to go
Which are the same to her
We dress
Colorful and sometimes
Different and
nobody knows
Whether he did not
Right in rags
Or in jail
And one speaks
Only with strangers
To be equally intimate
to become
One has itself
The mind
Of one ’s own
Soul alienated
One becomes despite
Neat neighborhood
Reputation and power
In his heart
In a waterless
Desert end
To give way
To give way
The mood
Her condition
therefore
the escape
to
seize
Reality
Does not allow
Loose them
Also forces
in foreign
place
Your own
tainted
in the
memory
not from
to give way
As far
I will go my way
if the hubris of men
shot me in the head
my blood doesn’t need
it is enough
what it takes
a hole and above it the earth