"Those who know, do. Those that understand, teach." ---- Aristoteles
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"And in the end, I believe that we don't need to do anything to be loved. We spend our lives trying to seem prettier, smarter.
But I realized two things.
Those who love us see us with their hearts and attribute qualities to us beyond those we really have.
And those who don't want to love us will never be satisfied with all our efforts.
Yes, I really believe that it is important to leave our imperfections alone.
They are precious to understand those who see us with the heart. "
Frida Kahlo
" (...)
Ich gebe dir mein Herz,
den kristallklaren und reinen Herz,
damit du ohne mich weiterleben kannst..." - one of my poems
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"(...)
I give you my heart,
the crystal clear and pure heart,
So that you can live on without me..." - one of my poems
I like the German version better, that's the original I suppose? Is the rest of the poem finished as well? 😁
Here is the poem:
📸️(Headline: ) Sein dunkles Licht, mein zerstörtes Ich:
Da gabe es Wolken:
Blaue, Pinke, Lilane,
und die Gelben Flocken.
Die Gelben waren die schönsten des Himmels.
Sie gehen alle langsam weg und verlassen dich...
nur die Gelben, o, die Gelben,
sie wollen dich nicht verlassen...
Aber, o, die Natur hat Regeln...
die Gelben müssen dich auch eines Tages verlassen.
Du schaust allen hinterher...
Aber die Gelben wollen nicht das du Trauerst,
dass deine Tränen für sie fließen.
Sie wechseln zu einer grauen, grausamen Regenwolke
und weinen und weinen und verschwinden...
Sie geben dir Wasser, damit du auch ohne sie,
leben kannst...
Ich gebe dir mein Herz,
den kristallklaren und reinen Herz,
damit du ohne mich weiterleben kannst...
- Poem by me; headline chosen by my friend Nayeb
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(Headline: ) His dark light, my destroyed self:
There were clouds:
Blue, Pink, Lilac,
And the yellow flakes.
The yellows were the most beautiful in the sky.
They're all slowly leaving you...
Only the yellows, o, the yellows,
They don't want to leave you...
But, oh, nature has rules...
The yellows also have to leave you one day.
You look after everyone...
But the yellows don't want you to grieve,
That your tears flow for her.
They turn to a gray, cruel rain cloud
And cry and cry and disappear...
They give you water, so that even without them,
You can live...
I give you my heart,
the crystal clear and pure heart,
So that you can live on without me...
- Poem by me; headline chosen by my friend Nayeb
It's a beautifully made poem. Maybe it's nice to make a drawing or painting as an illustration? I get an image in my mind, so if you like to draw, that would be a nice addition to it.
The funny part of this poem is:
I wrote it in Latin class and on that day the sky was in these 4 colors. Blue, Pink, Lilac/Violette and ofc. Yellow. I watched the sky and by time u couldnt see the blue ones then the pink and then the Lilac/Violette ones. And the last were the yellow ones. I was in Latin class listening to the class and wrote this poem (a little different) on my folder (My folder is out of paper so i wrote it directly on it). After the class in the break I wrote it again. I didn't like it much again and some weeks later maybe one month I rewrite 1/2 parts again and this came out! And if I can get the imagine of the sky that day I can send it here =) (Some guys at the window made some )
Yeah I would love to see the picture! I really like the story of the making of your poem! 🙂
This is a beautiful and nice Chinese proverb:
"宁为玉碎，不为瓦全"
It means that it is better to be broken jade than to be pottery that is not broken. And what is meant with the proverb is that you must stay true to what you are even if it means that you get broken. That is better than to betray who you are to stay whole.
She’s in between worlds right now.
A part of her is leaving.
But it’s not like before.
She’s holding space this time.
Not sweating it, but breathing beyond her skin.
She’s good.
She’s even shape-shifting.
The raven.
The owl.
She’s unafraid of the bird’s-eye view.
And unlike all those other times, she isn’t scared of the unknown.
She’s present and neither timid nor bold.
It feels beautiful like the song of a blackbird.
And powerful like the rumble of an avalanche.”~
~Tanya Markul
She’s in between worlds right now.
A part of her is leaving.
But it’s not like before.
She’s holding space this time.
Not sweating it, but breathing beyond her skin.
She’s good.
She’s even shape-shifting.
The raven.
The owl.
She’s unafraid of the bird’s-eye view.
And unlike all those other times, she isn’t scared of the unknown.
She’s present and neither timid nor bold.
It feels beautiful like the song of a blackbird.
And powerful like the rumble of an avalanche.”~
~Tanya Markul