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Marion Hinz
Model
As round as the earth, your dream of a woman I am full of edges like a box, colourless like a brown bag, I`m standing around useless and full of love cover me with color.
A Poem
Sometimes the only chance for time is to be a poem
In that case time has no seconds no minutes no hours nothing what would be able to cut time in single parts
In that case time is what it is at its best moments at its best moments a single long moment.
A knife
We all know, in reality time is a robber, a murder there`s no cure for that but just once in my life I imagined I am a knife a very sharp knife which could cut the time which could cut my age which could keep me young but life is stronger than me even if I am a knife.
Like a wind
Sometimes time is like a wind who surrounds me fluttering who is whispering in my ear like your voice in my brain.
Get back soon
I will get back to you soon back to you soon to you soon
in a minute an hour a month a year
soon as soon as possible possible now later on never
soon so fast as the flapping wings of a kingfisher so fast as a hunters shot so fast as the death of this bird.
Only for love
My heart beats loud from nothing but love
all my life my heart will beat in this way
over and over again every time anew over and over again my heart will beat only for love
it will beat like a barrage for the imperishable one for the unique one for the not repeatable love
it will beat as strong as only it is able beat for the young one beat for the newborn one beat for the climbing up one beat for the sun striving ones beat for the moon and the stars touching affectionate love
as long as my heart stops to hit my heart will beat for love.
At the same time
In the present all things happen at the same time everybody knows for certain
A train cuts his own pass
The grass is trembling on the edge flowers bend their heads in the wind a child recognizes it is no more child a mother awards to her daughter a daughter cries around the man a beloved one dreams from everlasting love a whore hangs herself at home a dragonfly whirrs in the air a cuckoo shouts in the forest a man sees red a woman accuses herself a grandmother folds her hands an old man bends the head children play in the well women carry jugs to the water
Here trembles a cold night there shimmers a hot day here a person freezes to death there many people die of thirst here drowns one human in the floods there people flow out on the street
They flee over the water away to get in any other country in a land of milk and honey and if they have not died so they still live today.
Another day
Another day is gone I am alone again no more sunshine just darkness remains
I fall down deeply deeply down into the gigantic hole up to his deepest point
I fall into darkness I see a black ball it is the earth the dark earth
I don`t give up I will ride the ball I will ride the earth.
Near the happiness
The gate opens and I walk through I`d like to stick nearby the happiness
I save the bread I save the fruit I shake the winter beds
Already there trickle the flakes already there falls the snow on a world deeply under mine
Here I want to remain here is the warmness at home here I make myself at home
I go out and I return till flakes trickle down.
If life was the aim
If life was the aim I would already be there I am always starting always on the go I never arrive ever out of breath I always rush over stumbled tumbled on straight way struggled to my feet run for my life the aim always in my mind.
A weekend
The weekend came along quite normally. I saw it from the window coming. In the sunshine it approached. Seemed to become nice and cheerfully. The weekend. However still was Friday.
The last week had been okay. Everything in dry scarfs without big fuss. Some important and a lot of insignificant done. However, then there came Haiyan, the storm bird. Foiled us. Swept over the Philippines with more than 300 kmh.
The strongest typhoon one day the country met. They speak of 3 dead ones. At first. Then of 100. Then of 1.000. At least they talk of even more. They speak furthermore about 620.000 homeless. They speak of nearly 10.000.000 affected persons.
They speak of Tacloban. Floods. About 220,000 inhabitants. About the capital of the island Leyte. Equalized to the surface of the earth. Chaos. Hunger. Desperation. Violence. Corpses. Smell of putrefaction. But also multiple help and wondrous birth.
And here: Four German martyrs are snatched out of the sea of silence. Now their memorial is long-lasting. First edition to the Lohengrin prelude is discovered. In all voices. A treasure.
The Mardi Grass started and therefore the clowns conquered the city hall. And in 2022 the Winter Olympics ain`t in Munich ain`t in Germany. A 48-year-old driver is with 3.14 blood alcohol in the traffic on the way.
Thus it stands in the newspaper of Sunday. The weekend is almost over.
My heart
Ripped my heart when I was alive
My heart always always was outside always beside myself always with me my heart
In small bags in big bags I carried it around every day with me my heart.
Rucke di gu
Listen rucke di gu my little dove my fine dove the blood at the shoe I drank it up long ago
Now please send me the bear I will tousle his fur with pleasure and all my love
The honey milk act in addition I drink it too out of the shoe
Rucke di gu, my little dove my fine dove.
Time
Time witnesses Time eaters From time to time All one`s live Time current Time contingent Time management Time warp Time-loving At times in love Running times Time runs away Saving time No time to save Save me this betimes Timeless helplessly Time taste Tasted time Tasteless time Every now and then Delayed time Staggered time Time profit Won time Time machine Machine time Time lapses Heaped time Greedy time Space of time Tightened time Thrilling time Time-forgotten Forgotten time Time ghost Spirit of time Time stroller Dawdled time Lost time.
Two kinds of rough
Sweetness is also bitterness and joy means pain too love is equally hatred and longing also is grief consciousness is fog too and life at the same time is death.
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