Paraules el
la distància
una terrible
història
fer
un Vulcano
discurs sense fi
ella ho és
no esquena
no desterrar
possible
Montag, 21. Dezember 2020
Sonntag, 20. Dezember 2020
Wihangane
Kurwanya imbaraga z'ubugingo
wowe ubwawe umuyoboro wisi yose
mu mutima
nta kwivuguruza
ijambo bemerewe
kimwe rireba
nka ububasha mw'isi
guceceka
kandi wihangane
Profitto
Ogni boccaporto
ogni crepa nella roccia
per il
Profitto
la vendita
di massa terrestre
Agli sconosciuti
il nessuno
terreno fertile
e dà terreno
una dimora
Sulla montagna
impostare
Samstag, 19. Dezember 2020
Freitag, 18. Dezember 2020
Déi onbewosst
Iwwer den
Sommet aus
léist
sech selwer
de Wëssen
Wuert
mat de Personnagen
am donkele Kosmos
déi onbewosst
als schwaach Persoun
flüchteg Verdeedegung
വെളിച്ചം
വെളിച്ചം
നിന്ന്
ആരോഹണ
രാത്രി
റൺസ്
കുറിച്ച്
ജനങ്ങൾ
ലാൻഡ്സ്കേപ്പുകൾ
കടലുകൾ
കുറിച്ച്
എല്ലാം
പർവതങ്ങൾ
ദൂരെ
Il-minuri
il-minuri
id-destin tiegħu
f’ruħu
ħruq
irid li l-konfessjoni
fuq nar u stufi
li hu
se tkun multa miegħu
lil hinn mill-istorja tal-ħajja tiegħu stess
हृदय
मृत माणसाचा सांगाडा
येथे
रस्त्याच्या कडेला असलेले
कोरलेल्या खडकात
कुजबुज
मुलाला
मैत्री
त्याच्याकडून
संगमरवरी बनलेले
दिवे सह
पुष्पहार
हृदय
Donnerstag, 17. Dezember 2020
Życie z powrotem
Miejscowi ludzie
w mojej podróży
strumień
z katakumb
na zewnątrz iw dół
do miasta
częścią mojej istoty
szuka
beznadziejne
Szczelność
do wyzwolenia
czas ucieka
poszukiwanie
do
ścieżka
z królestwa umarłych
bez roweru
W rzeczywistym
Życie z powrotem
Dienstag, 15. Dezember 2020
Un segreto
Un umano
che si annida nella mia anima
tutto ciò che li tocca nel profondo
Non posso farlo con nessun incantesimo
anche con potere mondano
non strapparmi dal cuore
Sono in balia della vita
come una pietra
che cade dal fianco della montagna
e finisce lì in spiaggia
a bocca aperta
il mare spumeggiante
con tutte le storie
in ogni granello come sabbia
tra le onde
in esso tutte le facce si incontrano
Storie di tatto
come un segreto
tiene prigioniero
A cidade
A cidade
no banco
espumando
mar
pára passando viajantes
capturado
as casas
na encosta da montanha
entre eles
não recebendo através
nenhuma escapatória
é possível
ਮਾਂ ਅਤੇ ਧੀ
ਮਾਂ ਅਤੇ ਧੀ
ਅਲਮਾਰੀ ਵਿਚ
ਬੇਨਕਾਬ ਵਿੱਚ
ਚੈਂਬਰ
ਇੱਕ ਗਰਮ ਬਹਿਸ ਵਿੱਚ
ਹੈ, ਜੋ ਕਿ ਘੁਲ
ਹੈ, ਜੋ ਕਿ ਕੇ
ਸ਼ਬਦ ਨੂੰ ਉਸ ਦੇ
ਉਸਦੀ ਮਾਂ
ਚੇਤਨਾ ਪੱਕਦੀ ਹੈ
Là certezza
Un cielo gelido
guarda la mia anima
attraverso la nebbia
il fuoco di
nostalgia
brucia senza risposta
per anno e giorno
sfolgorante
attraverso il cuore
attraverso tutte le vene
anche la tua voce
il me senza
Addio a sinistra
il tocco
trovato solo attraverso gli occhi
tenuto a distanza
il tuo sussurro
mi circonda dentro
da allora sulla pelle fredda
come se fosse un evento
là certezza
nel mio là
Through the fog
An icy sky looks
my soul
through the fog
the fire of
nostalgia
burns unanswered
for year and day
blazing bright
through the heart
through all the veins
even your voice
the me without
Farewell left
the touch
found only through the eyes
held remotely
your whisper
circles me inside
since then on cold skin
as if it were an event
me certainly
in my there
Montag, 14. Dezember 2020
Outside
On the screen
the last
character
before the
atomic failure
hugging the globe
outside
the dust
of fleeing people
in the aflame
icy night
легкий
В приглушен
легкий
пробуждает
Желание
тихий бой
вокруг
Близость
кто
из
никто
желательно
лежит между
Стулья
отходы
в собственных
разум
Semuponesi
Half kusimira
pachikuva
boka rake
semuponesi
iye
bofu
vakatevera
yake
nyaya
sekudzidzisa
Vana
kuparidza nekudada
Our mind
The voice of the heart
the mouthpiece of the soul
we are all things
in contemplation
the inside
of the reality
of the world
the being of life
a little moment
our mind
hears
every human being
to him
the inside and outside
he leaves the tangible
the unbelievable
every event
a subjective one
perception to
the book holds
thoughts
the deliberations
of people
the formal in signs
those with reading
in contemplation
out of hibernation
in our own consciousness
are awakened
numbers
the hidden one
Pattern to thinking
open up
reflect reality
of the world
without the depth
all being
the root of life
of all things in the cosmos
a time
to be able to capture
Das Sprachrohr
Die Stimme des Herzens
das Sprachrohr der Seele
wir sind allen Dingen
in der Betrachtung
dem Innern
der Wirklichkeit
von Wellt
dem Sein des Lebens
ein kleiner Moment
unser Geist
hört man ihm zu
das Innen und Aussen
lässt das Fassbare
das Unfassbare Ereignis zu
das Buch hält
die Gedanken
das Formale in Zeichen fest
das mit dem lesen
aus dem Winterschlaf
im eigenen Bewusstsein
erweckt
Zahlen die verborgene
Muster dem Denken
eröffnen
spiegeln die Wirklichkeit
von Welt
ohne die Tiefe
allen Seins
die Wurzel des Lebens
aller Dinge im Kosmos
der Zeit erfassen zu können
Sonntag, 13. Dezember 2020
Ex cordis
At juxta iter
vitae
In nebula
spiritus est
praeteritum tempus
deorum
verbis
praescriptus
in capulo ponatis
de albums
in perpetuum
Libri
consepulti
gaudete
infirmum
animabus per
picta
in plumbum
composito
fenestra vitrum
cribravit
lux
chorum
in ritual
et convenerunt
ante credebant
sanctusque Calix
pauca tantum haberet
quod
sulcum traxerat
a malo
et bonum
oculi
quod
et per
habitabant
faciem
duco in finem
exiguum
quod factum
quod
melior ones
in humilitate
ex cordis
cogitatione
The Heart thought
On the wayside
of life
In the fog
the breath
past time
the gods
prescribed in words
in the coffin
of the albums
forever in
books buried
the sick rejoice
Souls through
colored
in lead
composed
Window glass
sifted
light
the choir
in ritual
the assembled
before the believed
holy grail
only owned by a few
that furrowed
of bad and good
the eyes
lived through
her face
counts in the end
the little
done something
what the
better ones
in humility
from the
Heart thought
Am Wegrand
Am Wegrand
des Lebens
im Nebel
dem Atem
vergangener Zeit
die Götter
in Worte verordnet
im Sarg
der Alben
für ewig in
Büchern bestattet
frohlocken kranke
Seelen durch
farbiges
in Blei
gefasstes
Fensterglas
gesiebtem
Licht
der Chor
im Ritual
die Versammelten
vor dem geglaubten
heiligen Gral
eigen nur wenigen
das zerfurchte
von bös und gut
die Augen
das durchlebte
ihr Gesicht
zählt am Ende
das wenige
was getan
was zum
besseren
in Demut
aus dem
Herzen gedacht
Hromivá voda
Hromivá voda
z podzemí
v okrese
cez zanedbané ulice
Ľudia
v predzáhradkách
pod baldachýnom
tmavý balkón
Samstag, 12. Dezember 2020
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