Maschas Buch: September 2014

Dienstag, 30. September 2014

Wordless - без слов -

Shared with NF Catching Light,Yamini McLean, Wordless Wednesday

WW@Create with Joy, Image-in-ing, Crafty Spice, Curios as a Cathy
Outdoor Wednesday

Sonntag, 28. September 2014

An empty room...

An empty room a

lonely house and in the air

so many whispers

I took these pictures around 1992 in the same old house of this post.

I've scanned paper pictures.

At that time, after the collapse of the GDR, there were a lot of old abandoned houses.

People have moved away after the border was open ...

Meanwhile, these houses are almost all gone. Most are demolished, some have been restored.

At this time I was in many houses and factories, have felt its special atmosphere and heard what they tell me. - These were very many stories and each house had a peculiar face, for me ...

Shared with Lunch Break,Whimsical Windows, Delirious Doors!
Rubbish Tuesday

Höre - listen - слушай

Musik umgibt uns überall

doch sie ist nicht nur im Radio

im Konzertsaal, im TV

und nicht immer von Menschen gemacht.

Musik macht der Wind in den Bäumen

sie ist in den Lüften, im Sommergewitter

im Rascheln der Blätter im Herbst

und wenn du ganz still bist

hörst du an nassen Nebeltagen

leise die Tropfen

von den Bäumen fallen

und im Winter den klirrenden Frost.

Musik ist in den Straßen der Stadt

klingt aus offenen Fenstern

Musik spielt auf dem Weihnachtsmarkt.

Doch Musik ist auch in leeren verlassenen Häusern

wenn du genau hinhörst.

Und wenn die Häuser abgerissen werden

das Knacken der Balken gibt auch einen eigenen

einen letzten Ton...

Musik ist im Gesang der Vögel

und - fast hätte ich es vergessen -

im Maunzen und Schnurren meiner Katze auch

(sie kam gerade zum Fenster herein

während ich dies schreibe)

Musik ist in der Sprache

ein ganz eigener Klang

in allen Sprachen verschieden.

Musik ist in der Poesie...

Music is all around us

but music isn't only in the radio

in the concert hall

and not always made of us...

Music makes the wind in the trees

in the air, in summerthe thunderstorms

in the rustling of the leaves in autumn

and if you are very still

you can hear on wet foggy days

quietly drops

fall from the trees

and in winter the clinking frost.

Music is in the streets

sounds from open windows

music plays at the Christmas market

but music is even in empty abandoned houses

if you listen closely

and if the houses to be demolished

the cracking of the beams is also an especially

and their last sound ...

Music is the song of the birds

and - I've almost forgotten -

the meowing and purring of my cat

(they just came in through the window

as I write this)

Music is in the language

an own unique sound

different in all countries.

Music is in the poetry ...

Das schrieb Eva Strittmatter

Legende

Irgendwo hab ich gelesen,

Dass man in einer Stadt

Sehr alte hölzerne Häuser

Abgerissen hat.

Aus dem alten Holz baut man Geigen,

Die sollen besonders klingen.

Das ist sicher chemisch zu klären.

Ich denke aber, sie singen

Von lange vergangenem Leben,

Das ist in das Holz eingedrungen

Und mit unregistrierbarer Schwingung

Bis heute herüber geklungen.

Wird die Geige gespielt, hört man Töne,

Die nicht in den Noten stehen.

Es ist, als ob die Verstummten

Summend vorübergehen.

Das ist eine schöne Legende.

Und ich träume: in meinem Gedicht

Soll immer etwas mitklingen,

Was für die Stimmlosen spricht.

The last word has the German Poet Eva Strittmatter

Legend

Somewhere I read,

The fact that in a city

Very old wooden houses

Has demolished.

From the old wood to build violins,

The are very sound.

This is sure to clarify chemically.

But I think they sing

From long past life,

Has penetrated into the wood

And with unregisterable vibration

Until today sounded across.

If the violin played, you can hear sounds,

Are not in the notes.

It is as if the silenced

Humming pass.

This is a beautiful legend.

And I dream: in my poem

Should always resonate something

What speaks for the voiceless.

Shared with Our Beautiful World, Lunch Break, Inspire Me Monday, Creative Mondays
Our World Tuesday, Sweet Shot Tuesday, Simple Saturdays
Roses of Inspiration

Samstag, 27. September 2014

Sundays Picture

Shared with Silent Sunday, Anything Blue Friday

Ballerina Mom

Whenever she stood in line at the bank,

or while waiting for the bus, I noticed her feet.

The right always in front & perpendicular to the left just so.

Even after 2 children, she still dreamed of being a dancer.

- storypeople -

Shared with Still Saturday, My Sunday Photo

Freitag, 26. September 2014

Pelargonium

Shared with The Weekend in Black and White, The B&W Photography Project

My wish that came true

When I was a child, I had very terrible clothes.

Ugly and unfashionable. I could not feel comfortable in it and all the other children laughed at me ... But I was forced to wear these clothes. Sometimes with penalties...

Often I read fairytales of girls in ragged clothes, which marry a prince. And then they had chests full of beautiful clothes ... that was often the end of the story.

No, I not dreamed of a prince, I just wanted chests full of beautiful clothes!

That was my child dream.

Later as an adult I have my clothing knitted, sewn and dyed in beautiful colors. I had no other choice than to do it by myself, because in the former GDR we had not to buy any nice clothes. Many things we had not...

Today I do not longer sew by myself, but I fulfilled my childhood dream: I have baskets full of beautiful clothes!

I collect vintage clothing in beautiful colors, many longskirts and robes. I wear only what I like and what is comfortable for me...
I enjoy the variety of materials and colors of all the clothes, that we have today.
And it's all to get cheap at flea markets or in the Charity Depot...

And my personal prince I've also get ;-)