Gedichte über Sprachen - Seite 15

Auf einer Hallig namens Hallig Hoog,
wohnt die Familie Hallig ook.

Auf dieser Hallig ist kein Smog,
die Hallig ist wie´n Trockendock.

Dort gibt´s auch niemals Halligalli,
dort tanzt von Hallig nur der Kalli.

Statt aufgeblasene, freche Hooligans,
gibt´s dort nur dicke, fette Hallig-Gäns.

Rings um die Hallig tobt das Wasser,
das Hallighaus wird immer nasser.

Land unter, die Hallig ist in Not,
darüber lacht Familie Hallig -
steigt ruhig in ihr kleines Boot.



Das gleiche nochmals, auf Plattdeutsch


Up de Hallig

Upn Hallig nömend Hallig Hoog,
wohnt Familie Hallig ok,
up disse Hallig gifft keen Smog,
de Hallig is asn Trockendock,
dor gifft dat ok keen Halligalli,
dor danzt van Hallig Hoog de Kalli,
un anstatt van freche Hooligans,
gifft dor bloot schmerig Hallig-Gäns,
rund um de Hallig fegt dat Water,
dat Hallig-Huus word immer natter,
Land unner ! Hallig licht in Not,
dor lacht Familie Hallig ok -
un sticht ruhig int lüttje Boot.

like your body, like your hair
all I am is you
feel your intensity all the time
the air is vibrating when we breath
all I can imagine is that you are true

when we play each other's games
love overflows our common senses
I'll always dive into your ocean
near a vicious circle of flames
while our relation tenses

wanna smell you, wanna taste you
face to face and skin to skin
when I tease your sensitiveness
your cries can be heard all over
all we dream is flooding in

your eyes enchant me when you look
the coming dawn tears us apart
now that the night is gone
I try to find a new way to you
cos this marvellous night you broke my heart


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...just the way it sounds
like simple words of kids
listening is fooling around
with every day-life
splish, splash, splish, splash
words like water of a fountain
tingeling through my ears
one word left side, one word right side
rhapsody in stereo, juggling with the jungle of life
hey, come on, get up and do what you wanna do
philosophy in a way that reminds me of
“don't let me be misunderstood”, no
communication breakdown, a flow of letters,
of thoughts and pictures
shot by the children's eyes of innocence and naivity
silent circles of pure senses, words like toys
of a melody
just the way it sounds...


ls ca. 91

I feel some numbness coming up now,
covering my inner streamings. Fuzzy faces
in myself that tingle up and down my
body, some are having sad mines, others are
looking for sadness. Even others are feeling
quite happy, ready to quest the world.
Altogether they're bumping and bouncing
from head to toe, back and forth, wildly mixing
up my inner silence, like a whirlwind
carefully blowing up multicoloured autumn
leaves, like you, Lisa, arising different,
sometimes even strange feelings, my life
seems to become more and more indistinct
able, stable but, more confusing, interesting,
tensioning, enriching. Besides that there is a what
I call kinda my mess, my phase of creative chaos
coming and going in long terms of
feeling well or numb. Lots of
thoughts that enter my mind easily, as if
there was no shield protecting me from
such attacks. Once they've overcome my
weakening barriers (what makes me more
open for some irrational thoughts and
scaring feelings on the other side), they
get up flickering and flipping through
the lines, connecting all my inner parts
They make me feel nervous, mixed up,
make me lose my inner balance.
After a while they leave me then,
confused, unsecure about the things to come but,
happy and somehow encouraged, too.
Time to slow down, to feel good, to take
a calm review of what had happened.
I sense very consciously that I had
been enriched again, somehow sad,
somehow happy, I feel my strength
and my power coming up again,
reliving me steadily so that I am
ready to just take another step into
the world, towards you, Lisa, the one
I love as deeply as my emotions get
into disorder from time to time
to be pure love again afterwards...


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