Lyrische Anwandlungen von Niarts und Freunden.
There are things between heaven and earth, that are not yours. And they cannot be banished with knowledge or power, for they all must follow the sun’s preordained course…
Nach langer Zeit gibt es, zum Ende dieses denkwürdigen Herbstes, mal wieder drei deutschsprachige Gedichte – und eines davon ist vertont.
Times are changing, not entirely unpredictable events are progressing. This does not mean that one could not have directed them better – if one had wanted to …
I’ve always struggled with my gift for predicting what will happen when you can rarely change anything with it anyway. For providence works in the decisions of people, there is no fate that can be averted….
To him who has shall be given. But what you have can also be taken away. And you can also lose what you have if you don’t respect it or disregard it, the beautiful nature of your homeland, for example. This is […]
Nothing lasts forever, so summer must end, but the time between summer and winter, autumn, has some colored moments.
There are losses in life that you survive, but not quite – something will always be missing, shadows remain, fine cracks. And though much time passes, it will never heal.
We live in unpleasant times, so the poems are also as gloomy as the sky in Lauchringen.
While I was tidying up, I found a few poems on my desk that I had overlooked so far, perhaps because I wanted to overlook them….
In July, the sun is still high when there are no thunderstorms – and before autumn sets in, there are a few words to say…
Thunderstorms pass through the Klettgau countryside, rain falls and letters drip onto virtual paper…
In summer, the light shapes the truth that comes to our minds as melodies, or, if the times are not musical enough, as words….
It is Pentecost – time for some lyrical words on love, confidence, faith, the nature of sin, guilt and forgiveness.
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