Beiträge von Yanouk


     
    Cycles. We live in cycles.
    Cycles and circles.
    In a routine. But I don't mean the day routine
    I mean the life routine.

    The one where you cry.
    The one where you laugh.
    The one where you meet.
    Where you meet places.
    Where you meet people. Where you meet moments.

    That's what I mean, a life routine.
    Our life is a cycle.
    A circle, where we live.
    In a life, where we repeat events.
    Where we meet again the same people.
    But with different eyes. Where we find the same songs.
    But with different rythm.
    Where we wake up in a new day.
    But with the same moon.

    But our circle is not perfect. Our life is not a perfect cycle.
    And we don't always walk at the same rhythm.
    Sometimes we run.
    Other times, we swim. And we sometimes drown.
    Sometimes.
    We try to fly.

    The imperfection in the circle.
    In our cycle.
    The difference of rhythm.
    The how thin. Or how thick, the circle is.
    Makes us notice that life change.

    That life is not always the same.
    That we can live a whole life smilling
    Or crying A life where at the beginning we are happy
    But at the end, we die killed by our own selves.
    A life where in a day, we can be in love.
    And at the next day, our hearth is broken in peaces.

    We dont pay attention to our cycle.
    To our circle.

    We exist on it, yes.
    We do.
    But we dont live.
    We try to make it larger.
    Or faster.

    Some of us. We try to paint it.
    Or to fill it with music
    Or to tattoo it with poetry.

    We try to make art.
    Some of us.
    We try to make art on our circle.
    Our cycle.

    Some of us.
    We suffer.
    Some of us.
    We try to make the circle shorter.
    We try to cut our circle.
    To end our cycle.

    In the pain.
    Our cycle makes us live
    Our circle makes us see.
    In the pain.
    Where we find more cycles.
    And more circles.
    We drown.
    We fall.
    We die.

    Some of us.
    We suffer.
    Our cycle is a pain.
    Our circle strangle us.
    Like a rope.

    Beginning, the way, and the end.
    The three steps of our cycle.
    We decide what kind of cycle to choose.
    Some of us do.

    Now, I paint.
    I fly.
    I try to let go.
    I try to find my way.
    I try to find my way in this circle.

    I fly.
    I write.
    I paint.
    I live.
    Is this the end?
    Am I just born?
    What path do I choose?
    What cycle?
    What circle?

    Am I alive?


    Zyklen.

    Wir leben in Zyklen.

    Zyklen und Kreise.

    In einer Routine.

    Aber ich meine nicht den Tagesablauf

    Ich meine die Lebensroutine.

    Der, wo du weinst.

    Der, wo du lachst.

    Der, wo du dich triffst.

    Wo man Orte trifft.

    Wo man Leute trifft.

    Wo Sie Momente treffen.

    Das meine ich, eine Lebensroutine.

    Unser Leben ist ein Kreislauf.

    Ein Kreis, in dem wir leben.

    In einem Leben, in dem wir Ereignisse wiederholen.

    Wo wir wieder die gleichen Leute treffen.

    Aber mit anderen Augen.

    Wo wir die gleichen Lieder finden.

    Aber mit anderem Rhythmus.

    Wo wir an einem neuen Tag aufwachen.

    Aber mit dem gleichen Mond.

    Aber unser Kreis ist nicht perfekt.

    Unser Leben ist kein perfekter Kreislauf.

    Und wir laufen nicht immer im gleichen Rhythmus.

    Manchmal rennen wir.

    Ein anderes Mal schwimmen wir.

    Und wir ertrinken manchmal.

    Manchmal.

    Wir versuchen zu fliegen.

    Die Unvollkommenheit im Kreis.

    In unserem Zyklus.

    Der Unterschied im Rhythmus.

    Die wie dünn.

    Aber wie dick ist der Kreis.

    Lässt uns merken, dass sich das Leben verändert.

    Das Leben ist nicht immer dasselbe.

    Dass wir ein Leben lang lachend leben können

    Gold weint

    Ein Leben, in dem wir am Anfang glücklich sind

    Aber am Ende sterben wir von uns selbst getötet.

    Ein Leben, in dem wir an einem Tag verliebt sein können.

    Und am nächsten Tag ist unser Herd in Stücke zerbrochen.

    Wir achten nicht auf unseren Zyklus.

    Zu unserem Kreis.

    Wir existieren darauf, ja.

    Wir tun

    Aber wir leben nicht.

    Wir versuchen es größer zu machen.

    Oder schneller.

    Einige von uns.

    Wir versuchen es zu malen.

    Oder um es mit Musik zu füllen

    Oder um es mit Gedichten zu tätowieren.

    Wir versuchen Kunst zu machen.

    Einige von uns.

    Wir versuchen, Kunst in unserem Kreis zu machen.

    Unser Zyklus.

    Einige von uns.

    Wir leiden

    Einige von uns.

    Wir versuchen den Kreis zu verkürzen.

    Wir versuchen, unseren Kreis zu schneiden.

    Um unseren Zyklus zu beenden.

    Im Schmerz.

    Unser Zyklus lässt uns leben

    Unser Kreis lässt uns sehen.

    Im Schmerz.

    Wo wir mehr Zyklen finden.

    Und noch mehr Kreise.

    Wir ertrinken.

    Wir fallen

    Wir sterben

    Einige von uns.

    Wir leiden

    Unser Zyklus ist ein Schmerz.

    Unser Kreis erwürgt uns.

    Wie ein Seil.

    Anfang, Weg und Ende.

    Die drei Schritte unseres Zyklus.

    Wir entscheiden, welche Art von Fahrrad wir wählen.

    Einige von uns tun es.

    Jetzt male ich.

    Ich fliege

    Ich versuche loszulassen.

    Ich versuche mich zurechtzufinden.

    Ich versuche mich in diesem Kreis zurechtzufinden.

    Ich fliege

    Ich schreibe

    Ich male

    Ich lebe

    Ist das das Ende?

    Bin ich gerade geboren?

    Welchen Weg wähle ich?

    Welcher Zyklus?

    Welcher Kreis?

    Bin ich am leben




    No, I can't forget this evening
    Or your face as you were leaving
    But I guess that's just the way the story goes
    You always smile but in your eyes your sorrow shows
    Yes, it shows

    No, I can't forget tomorrow
    When I think of all my sorrow
    When I had you there, but then I let you go
    And now it's only fair that I should let you know
    What you should know

    I can't live if living is without you
    I can't live, I can't give anymore
    I can't live if living is without you
    I can't give, I can't give anymore

    Well, I can't forget this evening
    Or your face as you were leaving
    But I guess that's just the way the story goes
    You always smile but in your eyes your sorrow shows
    Yes, it shows

    I can't live if living is without you
    I can't live, I can't give anymore
    I can't live if living is without you
    I can't live, I can't give anymore
    If living is without you


     
    I would be crying tears of laughter
    If I could see me smile again

    I still reach for the stars, but all I touch is my horizon
    I still believe my eyes, but all I see is my blindness
    I still reach for the stars, but all I touch is my horizon
    I still believe my ears, but all I hear is lasting silence

    Like a disciple of a witness
    I judge upon my sacred eye
    Still I found the origin
    In what's left of me inside

    Can I call this my burden
    Or is this just my dream to fly?
    I would be crying tears of laughter
    If I could see me smile again

    Weaker, weaker every day
    I forgot my urge to fly away

    And is my life as bare as it is?
    Cold and lonely enough?
    Have you achieved what you were longing for?
    Sad enough this cannot be undone

    I drop my eyes and shiver as I see
    The reflection in the mirror of me

    Have you given up, my friend?
    Forgiveness be mine

    I still reach for the stars, but all I touch is my horizon
    Can I call this my burden
    Or is this just my dream to fly?
    I would be crying tears of laughter
    If I could see me smile again




    Deep down in this river
    I'm sure I'd be free
    I know I would shiver
    And surely could not see a thing

    But maybe all that matters not
    I might even remember what I forgot
    The reason of it and of it all
    The rise and yes for sure also the fall

    Let go of me, my friend
    You do not understand
    The pain I'm going through
    Is only because of you

    So dark is my light
    My demons were so right to leave me here
    So painful my fight
    As every night when I lay down to sleep
    I listen to my heart
    Expecting it to stop its beating
    But every morning sun
    Wakes up the sadness in me once again

    You see now how it ends
    I lay it in your hands
    Take care of it my friend
    In case you understand…


    when will i feel this
    as vivid as it truly is,
    fall in love in a single touch,
    and fall apart when it hurts too much?

    can we skip past near-death clichés
    where my heart restarts, as my life replays?
    all i want is to flip a switch
    before something breaks that cannot be fixed.

    i know, i know- the sirens sound
    just before the walls come down.
    pain is a well-intentioned weatherman
    predicting God as best he can,
    but God i want to feel again.

    rain or shine, i don’t feel a thing,
    just some information upon my skin.
    i miss the subtle aches when the weather changed,
    the barometric pressure we always blamed.

    all i want is to flip a switch
    before something breaks that cannot be fixed.

    invisible machinery,
    these moving parts inside of me
    well, they’ve been shutting down for quite some time,
    leaving only rust behind.

    well i know, i know- the sirens sound
    just before the walls come down.
    pain is a well-intentioned weatherman
    predicting God as best he can,
    but God i want to feel again,
    oh God i want to feel again.

    down my arms, a thousand satellites
    suddenly discover signs of life.



     
    Everywhere I Go"

    And I'll fall on my knees
    Tell me how's the way to be
    Tell me how's the way to go
    Tell me all that I should know

    And I'll fall on my knees
    Tell me how's the way to go
    Tell me how's the way to be
    To evoke some empathy

    Danger will follow me now
    Everywhere I go
    Angels will call on me
    And take me to my home
    This tired mind just wants to be led home

    And I'll fall on my knees
    Tell me how's the way to go
    Tell me how's the way to see
    Show me all that I could be

    And I'll fall on my knees
    Tell me how's the way to be
    Tell me how's the way to go
    Tell me why I feel so low

    Danger will follow me now
    Everywhere I go
    Angels will call on me
    And take me to my home
    These tired eyes just want to remain closed

    I don't see clearly
    Can't feel nothing, no
    Can you hear me
    And I'll fall on my knees

    Danger will follow me now everywhere I go
    Angels will call on me and take me to my home
    And danger will follow me now everywhere I go
    Angels will call on me and take me to my home
    And angels will follow me now, lead me to my home
    Angels will follow me now, lead me to my home

    Meine unendlich geliebte Rosi.


    Heute darf ich ein Bild von ihr zeigen.


    Alle Menschen, die sie kannten, sind ihr gefolgt, oder haben sie vergessen.


    Als dieses Bild von ihr aufgenommen wurde, da war sie schon schwer krank.


    Sie schimpfte häufig über das Cortison.


    War der Meinung, dass es ihr Gesicht aufdunsen lassen würde.


    Fünf Jahre später hat meine geliebte Rosi mich, im Alter von nur 63 Jahren verlassen.


    Nie wieder werde ich in diese liebevollen Augen schauen dürfen, nie wieder ihr Lächeln sehen,


    ihre Wärme spüren, ihr Lachen hören und sie sprechen hören.


    Nie wieder hören: "Schatz, ich liebe DICH unendlich."


    Täglich bin ich gedanklich bei ihr, mehr als zu Lebzeiten.


    Nun sind es bald 19 Monate der Trennung, gefühlsmässig länger, als die 28 Jahre des Zusammenseins.


    Immer mehr der Drang, dass ich zu ihr gehen möchte.


    Wie oft hatte ich zu ihr gesagt: "Für DICH würde ich mein Leben geben !!"


    Und nun ?








      Cold bones
    Yeah, that's my love
    She hides away like a ghost
    Does she know that we bleed the same?
    Don't wanna cry but I break that way

    Cold sheets
    But where's my love?
    I am searching high
    I'm searching low in the night
    Does she know that we bleed the same?
    Don't wanna cry but I break that way

    Did she run away, did she run away, I don’t know
    If she ran away, if she ran away, come back home
    Just come home

    I got a fear, oh in my blood
    She was carried up into the clouds, high above

    If you bled I bleed the same
    If you’re scared I’m on my way

    Did you run away, did you run away, I don’t need to know
    If you ran away, if you ran away, come back home
    Just come home
    Did she run away, did she run away, I don’t know
    If she ran away, if she ran away, come back home
    Just come home

    I got a fear, oh in my blood
    She was carried up into the clouds, high above

    If you bled I bleed the same
    If you’re scared I’m on my way

    Did you run away, did you run away, I don’t need to know
    If you ran away, if you ran away, come back home
    just come home


    In the morning when I wake

    And the sun is coming through,

    Oh, you fill my lungs with sweetness,

    And you fill my head with you.

    Shall I write it in a letter?

    Shall I try to get it down?

    Oh, you fill my head with pieces

    Of a song I can't get out.

    Can I be close to you?

    Ooh-oo-oo-ooh, ooh (simile).

    Can I be close to you?

    Ooh, ooh.

    Can I take it to a morning

    Where the fields are painted gold

    And the trees are filled with memories

    Of the feelings never told?

    When the evening pulls the sun down,

    And the day is almost through,

    Oh, the whole world it is sleeping,

    But my world is you.

    Can I be close to you?

    (Ah) ooh (aah), ooh (aah).

    Can I be close to you?

    (Ah) ooh (aah), ooh (aah).

    *whistling*

    Can I be close to you?

    (Ah) ooh (aah), ooh (aah).

    Can I be close to you?

    (Ah) ooh (aah), ooh (aah).

    Can I be close to you?

    Ooh, ooh.