Die Essenz des Glücks /
The Essence Of Happiness
Listening to: Can - Safe
Feeling: accepted

Und wenn ich träume, dann von Ihr.

Ihre Lippen so sanft wie der Wind in einer warmen Sommernacht, hoch oben über den Gipfeln auf dem höchsten Berg der Umgebung. Licht, das seine Fäden zu einem bunten Verwirrspiel zieht, schneidet kleine Figuren in die Netzhaut, lässt mich taumeln und schliesslich fallen, einen Gedanken an sie sendend.

Die Tatsache das Sie existiert und ich jemanden liebe, der dies erwiedert, lässt mich fliegen.

Über die Wipfel, durch die Fäden aus Licht, hinein in die Substanz der Allgegenwärtigkeit, hinaus aus der Vergangenheit, die da lauert so trist und dunkel wie einst und damals.

Aber der Glanz Ihrer Gedanken verwischt meine Sinne, wenn Kreaturen aus einer längst vergangenen Zeit an meinen Sinnen zerren und mich hinabziehen wollen in einen Sumpf, der nur für mich gemacht wurde, durch mich selbst, initialisiert durch die Furcht, mich zu offenbaren.

Mein Herz lodert in einem Meer aus seidenem Feuer, welches brennt und erhebt, jedoch keine Qualen oder Schmerzen hervorruft;

nein es ist ein wohltuendes Gefühl, geliebt zu werden. Und ein Vogel flüstert mir manchmal verwobene Gedanken in mein Ohr, Zwietracht sähen wollend, jedoch zwecklos. Die Liebe zwischen den Gemütern ist genau die, mit dem alles starten sollte, jedoch zumeist niemals stattfindet.

Auf diese Liebe zu stossen, und sie nicht zu verlieren, sondern sie zu vertiefen, in ihr zu baden, den Vogel der Zwietracht und der Furcht auslachend, zu treiben auf einem Meer welches Ihrer Seele entspringt macht mich glücklich.

Die Gegenseitigkeit, welche vorhanden ist und die geben muss, denn Sie ist keine Lügnerin, macht mich glücklich, uns beide glücklich.

Und das ist es, worauf es ankommt.

~~~~~~~~~~the raw translation~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

And if I dream, then of her.

Her lips as gently as the wind in a warm summer night,

highly above over the summits on the highest mountain of the environment.

Light, which pulls its threads to a multicolored confusion, cuts small figures into the retina, let me tumble and finally fall, sending a thought to her.

The fact she exist and I love someone, which returns this, lets me fly.

Over the treetops, by the threads from light, inside into the substance of the pervasiveness,

outside from the past, which trist there waits in such a way and darkly like once and at that time.

But the gloss of her thoughts smears my senses, if creatures want to pull on past times, blind my senses and down-pull me into a swamp, which was made only for me, by me, initialized by the fear, me to reveal.

My heart blazes in a sea of silky fire, which, however no agonies or pain burns and raises causes;

no it is smooth, this feeling to be loved.

And a bird whispers sometimes kinky thoughts to me into my ear, discord would see however useless wanting.

The love between the mind is exactly those, with which everything should start, however mostly never takes place.

To discover this love encounter, and it not lose, but it deepen, in it bathe, the bird the discord and the fear laugh at, drive on a sea which her soul has risen, makes me lucky.

The mutuality, which is present and which must exist, because she is not a liar, makes me happy, us both.

And that is it, on which it arrives.

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oh is that GERMAN i see ?? impressive! lol!

[mysecretself]
[anonymous (68.58.88.212)]
youve rendered me speechless yet again sir
you are truly amazing

--ekaterina (ambient)
[anonymous (216.54.156.216)]
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