Dienstag, 31. Januar 2017

Last time





The last time I saw him there were so many things to say & all I could do was hold his hand, tears streaming down my face. I know, he said, almost too soft to hear. I know.

- storypeople -










Montag, 30. Januar 2017

City of dreams


















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Pass the rainbow,
And follow me, through colors into the darkness.
Follow, into the city of dreams.
By red, green, yellow, blue, violet.
It's night. The air is clear,
everything is sleeping. Despite cold,
is it hot. Follow me.

Scatter the sand in her eyes,
And follow me to the next house.
Psss, they sleep.

Look through the windows, look through the doors,
As the little hands reach for love.
Someone beats his child.
In vain reach for love.

Follow me to the city of dreams.
City of dreams,
City of dreams,
City of dreams.
From a house to the next house.
City of dreams,
City of dreams,
City of dreams.

How small the people are up here,
When observed.
One feels light.
Here is weeping, there is laughing.
Like dead beetles, they lie in their beds,
And only the children dream colorful dreams.
Adults think gray.
And yet they love each other.

The night to the day, the day to the dream.
City of dreams,
City of dreams,
City of dreams.
Psss, they sleep.

City of dreams,
City of dreams.
At the moment, it is peaceful.
The night to the day,
The night to the day.

You can hear no pain,
Let them rest.
Scatter the sand in her eyes,
And follow me to the next house,
To the next house.
Another window, another door.
Only the children dream colorful dreams,
Only the children dream colorful dreams.
Adults think gray.
And yet they love each other.

City of dreams.
Only the children dream colorful dreams.
City of dreams,
City of dreams.

Sprinkle the sand into her eyes.
How small they are,
Like little beetles.

Hear the laughter, hear the crying.
City of dreams...


- Lyrics by Oswald Henke -

*

Durchschreite den Regenbogen,
und folge mir, durch Farben in die Dunkelheit.
Folge, in die Stadt der Träume.
Durch Rot, Grün, Gelb, Blau, Violett.
Es ist Nacht. Die Luft ist klar,
alles schläft. Trotz Kälte,
ist es warm. Folge mir.

Streu den Sand in ihre Augen,
und folge mir zum nächsten Haus.
Psssst, sie schlafen.

Sieh durch Fenster, sieh durch Türen,
wie die kleinen Hände nach Liebe greifen.
Manch einer schlägt sein Kind.
Vergeblich greifen.

Folge mir, in die Stadt der Träume.
Stadt der Träume,
Stadt der Träume,
Stadt der Träume.
Von einem Haus zum nächsten Haus.
Stadt der Träume,
Stadt der Träume,
Stadt der Träume.

Wie klein die Menschen von hier oben sind,
wenn man sie beobachtet.
Man fühlt sich leicht.
Hier wird geweint, dort gelacht.
Wie tote Käfer liegen sie in ihren Betten,
und nur die Kinder träumen bunte Träume.
Erwachsene denken grau.
Und doch lieben sie sich.

Die Nacht zum Tag, der Tag zum Traum.
Stadt der Träume,
Stadt der Träume,
Stadt der Träume.
Psssst, sie schlafen.

Stadt der Träume,
Stadt der Träume.
Im Moment ist es sogar friedlich.
Die Nacht zum Tag,
die Nacht zum Tag.

Man hört keine Schmerzen,
laß sie ruhen.
Streu den Sand in ihre Augen,
und folge mir zum nächsten Haus,
zum nächsten Haus.
Ein anderes Fenster, eine andere Tür.
Nur die Kinder träumen bunte Träume,
nur die Kinder träumen bunte Träume.
Erwachsene denken grau.
Und doch lieben sie sich.

Stadt der Träume.
Nur die Kinder träumen bunte Träume.
Stadt der Träume,
Stadt der Träume.

Streu den Sand in ihre Augen.
Wie klein sie doch sind,
wie kleine Käfer.

Hör das Lachen, hör das Weinen.
Stadt der Träume,
Stadt der Träume,
Stadt der Träume.

Above...


... in the trees are the mistletoes






... and the birds





Sonntag, 29. Januar 2017

Winterblau. Und Selfies...





Nur im Winter hat der Himmel
manchmal dieses Blau die Synthese
aus Kälte Schneeluft und
Licht
nur im Winter diese Stille und das
Knirschen von Schnee und
doch schon manch Vogel
probt vorsichtig sein
Frühlingslied



















Freitag, 27. Januar 2017

Friday Five and the beauty of winter





Good morning,
it's time again for Willy Nilly Friday Five and Five on Friday.
I'm also sharing this post with Scenic Weekends and All Seasons.

I

I'm glad, that I'm here today, I had many trouble with my pc again. 
On wednesday it totally break down. Nothing was still working.
Since december it stays slow and slower, two times it was normally again, but the problems always come back. Seems, the old card reader was not really the reason, we must search and search and already have checked all, but we find nothing.
Maybe it is the online-photoeditor: three times I've tried to use it and than
 begun the problems. Now, after my third visit of this site it becomes clearer, 
it's always after that. But what is it???
Have spended a lot of time with repairing works and can only hope,
 it stays working for the next days. Somehow very instabile...

II

Last friday I posted two songs by the Russian singer Valentina Levko.
I had searched the Largo from Xerxes of G.F. Händel and could not find it,
but I found an interview from 2016 (!) and I figured out, that she is still living. 
She has built a music school in Moscow and is still director there.
 I even know the street where it is.
She must be almost 90 years old.
That was an unexpected reunion!

III

Our winter has been very good with us so far. 
Some nights were -10 ° C (14°F), but during the day came the sun. 
There's a little snow, just so much to enjoy.
So I love wintertime!



IV

The streets in town are snowfree and I can ride my bicycle.
This is the most important thing to maintain normal everyday life.
Ways are no problem for me until now.



V

On saturday we made a little walk and I want to share some nice winter photos.






























As a bonus here is a nice waltz by Georgi Sviridow from his 
"Musical Illustrations to the Snowstorm of A. Pushkin". 
I like this musical miniature



Have a wonderful weekend

Winter sun




Have you lost me?




Donnerstag, 26. Januar 2017

A diva at the wall










(An old prepaired post, since yesterday I had repairing works at my pc and not the time to make a new post,
 luckily it is just finally working again)

Shared with Good Fences