I am so tired to watch the sky fall

I am so tired

to watch the sky fall

and stars hide

and then you walk

out of darkness

in beauty

light flows

from your eyes,

warm and kind

who am I

to run away

though loving

can  be pain,

the joy  is

a song to be sung,

spreading out arms

and heart

and  the green of today

like waves

in a desert

following a  wind

which  was sent

by fate or a God

unknown

Thus i will follow

the silence of you

and not your words

and long

for your arms

to hold me

as they may know

your  essence

as I do

YASMİN LEVY - FIRUZE

Buttenhausen this afternoon

The Wind is a Lady with, E.E.Cummings

the wind is a Lady with 
bright slender eyes(who

moves)at sunset
and who—touches—the
hills without any reason

(i have spoken with this
indubitable and green person “Are
You the Wind?” “Yes” “why do you touch flowers
as if they were unalive,as

if They were ideas?” “because,sir
things which in my mind blossom will
stumble beneath a clumsiest disguise,appear
capable of fragility and indecision

—do not suppose these
without any reason and otherwise
roses and mountains
different from the i am who wanders

imminently across the renewed world”
to me said the)wind being A lady in a green
dress,who;touches:the fields
(at sunset)

O sweet spontaneous Earth, E.E.Cummings

O sweet spontaneous
earth how often have
the
doting

            fingers of
prurient philosophers pinched
and
poked

thee
,has the naughty thumb
of science prodded
thy

      beauty       .how
often have religions taken
thee upon their scraggy knees
squeezing and

buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive
gods
        (but
true

to the incomparable
couch of death thy
rhythmic
lover

          thou answerest


them only with

                          spring)

E.E.Cummings, My Mind Is

my mind is
a big hunk of irrevocable nothing which touch and
taste and smell and hearing and sight keep hitting and
chipping with sharp fatal tools
in an agony of sensual chisels i perform squirms of
chrome and execute strides of cobalt
nevertheless i
feel that i cleverly am being altered that i slightly am
becoming something a little different, in fact
myself
Hereupon helpless i utter lilac shrieks and scarlet
bellowings.

Kannibalistisches Monster, Beaulieu-Sur-Dordogne

Kannibalistisches Monster,  Kirche Saint-Pierre, romanische, Beaulieu-Sur-Dordogne, Frankreich 

Toro, von Susa, Achämenidische Kunst

Toro, von Susa, Achämenidische Kunst, 5. Jahrhundert v. Chr., Louvre.

Beatles- Let It Be

U2 - Every Breaking Wave - Later... with Jools Holland - BBC Two