Random 5 Friday

I

The old year ended for me with a small personal disaster. And so my mood was helpless , sad and depressed , because not all things can be clarified and they can be very distressing for a long time . More I will not write - it does not belong all to the Internet ...

II

The New Year's Eve was very loud and I was worried about my cat. 
She did not stay in the house because she is used to being outside at night . 
She made several attempts to get out there and was completely scared. I had trouble , to reassure he, because she is still a very timid and lary animal 
(who knows what was done to her before she came to me ? )

III

I have nothing against a nice fireworks. However, they produce things which simply pop out. And every year, products are optimized and then pop even louder - it's a horror for all animals. And for me too.  It went on until the wee hours ...

If it were up to me , the world would be much quieter anyway.

IV

I found a poem again, I knew earlier. It fits very well at the present time , it will never be out of date anyway.

I have tried to translate it with google translator . Words are easy, I think it succeeded .

Anbeginn

Mein Leben setzt sich zusammen:

Ein Tag wie dieser. Ein anderer Tag.

Glut und Asche und Flammen.

Nichts gibt es, was ich beklag.

Früher habe ich so gefühlt:

Irgendwas Großes wird sein.

Inzwischen bin ich abgekühlt:

Es geht auch klein bei klein.

Was soll schon Großes kommen?

Man steht auf, man legt sich hin.

Auseinandergenommen,

Verlieren die Dinge den Sinn.

Doch manchmal sind solche Stunden

Von Freiheit vermischt mit Wind.

Da bin ich ungebunden

Und möglich wie als Kind.

Und alles ist noch innen

In mir und unverletzt.

Und ich fühle: gleich wird es beginnen,

Das Wunder kommt hier und jetzt.

Was es sein soll? Ich kann es nicht sagen

Und ich weiß auch: das gibt es gar nicht.

Aber plötzlich ist hinter den Tagen

Noch Zukunft ohne Pflicht.

Und frei von Furcht und Hoffen

Und also frei von Zeit.

Und alle Wege sind offen.

Und alle Wege gehn weit.

Und alles kann ich noch werden,

Was ich nicht geworden bin.

Und zwischen Himmeln und Erden

Ist wieder Anbeginn.

- Eva Strittmatter -

beginning

My life is composed:

A day like this . Another Day .

Embers and ashes and flames.

There is nothing what I bemoaned .

I used felt this way :

Something big will be.

Meanwhile, I 'm cool :

It is also small at small.

What should come already big?

Man standing on , one lies down.

Taken apart ,

Losing things to mind.

But sometimes those hours

From freedom mixed with wind.

Since I am unbound

And as possible as a child.

And everything is still in

In me and unharmed .

And I feel : the same it will start

The miracle is here and now.

What should it be? I can not say it

And I also know that it does not exist.

But suddenly behind the days

Even without future obligation .

And free from fear and hope

And thus free of time .

And all roads are open.

And all roads go far .

And everything else can I be ,

What I did not become .

And between heaven and earth

Is the beginning again .

V

It is written by Eva Strittmatter. 

She was the wife of the famous novelist Erwin Strittmatter.

She died 3 years ago today.

In my early years, 18-25, I have she adored and her poems have helped me to find a life cycle. Her way to look of live has influenced me in a good sense.

I could say that she was my spiritual mother. Also in her style of writing. Make things easy to say clearly and with few words. I liked that and I do it still is. When I write a really good text. As short and clear as possible.

Here you will notice this not so. In English I try somehow to make me understandly ... because every good style is lost.

But I will in the future also pay attention more.

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