hannah_arendt
10-03-2013, 04:26 AM
I want to ask for your opinion about my new text:
Siren- he song
I dreamt about you,
my sweet, carnivorous siren-he,
whose profound,
touching
voice of self-consciousness
reminded me of the shadow from the past.
It was one of these sullen afternoons
when everything,
even your out of this world voice,
sounds stronger than it should.
‘With lie you can go ahead,
but you can never go back’, I heard.
Many times
I was asked about the balance sheet,
where and death make me being still on the credit.
As if I had still been on the brink,
I deluded myself that I could have turned back
and one more time
look into your almost transparent eyes
and touch glittering, pale skin.
I needn`t have waken up.
If I hadn`t had enough strength to make this moment longer,
the boundaries would have been still like a silver mist
flying over the running
always free white horse,
I would have remained in a colourful,
melodic
dream set in a desert island.
Siren- he song
I dreamt about you,
my sweet, carnivorous siren-he,
whose profound,
touching
voice of self-consciousness
reminded me of the shadow from the past.
It was one of these sullen afternoons
when everything,
even your out of this world voice,
sounds stronger than it should.
‘With lie you can go ahead,
but you can never go back’, I heard.
Many times
I was asked about the balance sheet,
where and death make me being still on the credit.
As if I had still been on the brink,
I deluded myself that I could have turned back
and one more time
look into your almost transparent eyes
and touch glittering, pale skin.
I needn`t have waken up.
If I hadn`t had enough strength to make this moment longer,
the boundaries would have been still like a silver mist
flying over the running
always free white horse,
I would have remained in a colourful,
melodic
dream set in a desert island.