The poems collected here were written by a urbanite for urbanites. He tried to reflect. Because one can lose contemplation, but one must find it again.Die hier gesammelten Gedichte schrieb ein Großstädter für Großstädter. Er versuchte sich zu besinnen. Denn man kann die Besinnung verlieren, aber man muss sie wiederfinden. Preface – The 13 MonthsVorwort …
light on/upon somethingUK /laɪt/ US /laɪt/to find or think of something unexpectedly:We lighted upon the solution entirely by accident.From https://dictionary.cambridge.org/ Finally, my kitchen lamp is lighting again since months. In summer, the sun was still shining at 9pm. But recently, I used torchlight when I am in the kitchen. I thought I can fix it …
This little fallen leaf that I met in Cologne was carrying a song. A song that I once heard in a beautiful concert in Cologne and the season in the song is autumn. To be precise, it is an autumn dawn, the protagonist is feeling lonely, even lonelier than last year. Suddenly, a leaf has …
Could I complain? Could I be apprehensive?Could I lose faith in you and in myself?No, I already bear your heavenhere within my heart. Im Abendrot (1825) D799Lappe/ Schubert I do not have many words to type for this post. In front of this gorgeous sunset and this splendid song, everything looks dull, including the words. …
The apple of someone’s eye. The person who someone loves most and is very proud of. From: https://dictionary.cambridge.org/ Wie seinen Augapfel hüten. ⟨jmd. Hütet etw., jmdn. Wie seinen Augapfel⟩ meist bezogen auf etwas besonders Kostbares, Wertvolles mit großer Sorgfalt, Achtsamkeit behandeln, behüten, bewachen, um Schaden oder v erlust zu verhindern. Aus: https://www.dwds.de/ Before the apple …
My heart is like an apple-treeWhose boughs are bent with thickset fruit;Mein Herz ist wie ein ApfelbaumMit Ästen hangend von Früchten schwer.Christina Rossetti Now is the prime time to pick apples. Everywhere I go, I see apple-laden branches. As the apple season begins, I already baked cinnamon apple muffins. While I am writing this, I …
Time goes by shivering.What seems over, begins. Fröstelnd geht die Zeit spazieren.Was vorüber schien, beginnt. “October” from the cycle “The Thirteen Months”“Der Oktober” aus dem Zyklus “Die dreizehn Monate“Erich Kästner (1899 – 1974) I am moved by this beautiful poem – October by Erick Kästner. Time goes on, never stop, I too shall keep going. …
This past Wednesday 28.9.2022 I received a letter that said “Residence Permit for Self-Employment” is granted and ready to collect. Exactly on the day when my visa get expired, not early or late, exceptionally on time. Anyway, the earliest possible appointment to get the Residence Permit Card is on 9th of November. I cannot leave …
The dark clouds looked threatening when we stepped out the house. Soon, it started to drizzle. “Shall we turn back?” my friend asked.“But the other side is sunny. Let’s just walk, if the weather turn bad we can run home. ” I replied. As rewards, we saw rainbow and the rains have ceased. I just …
Even if this little melancholy book is not my cup of tea, still I think it is so well written that I finished reading it. I like how the author create the Parisian streets, the rain scene and most of all is how the author interprets Autumn. For me, autumn has never been a sad …