Salzverstreuer
Salz und Feuer
Schneeverbrenner
Weihnachtsmänner
Herzen weicher
Liebe reicher
Jahresende
Lebenswende.
Alles kommt und alles geht
Älter werdend, Erde dreht
Dieser Tag kommt nie zurück
Doch unerfüllt, sein Traum von Glück.
Was wird kommen nächstes Jahr?
Der will wissen, bleibet wahr
Alles tagt und alles treibt
Nur das Wahrhaftige bleibt.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Friends are true friends when they will not go away from you in search of something which they merely sense that you can give them; and they can wait a thousand years for you, because they simply love you.
Castles are places where those who have love can live without guilt, and those who have no love cannot live without guilt, because every castle is an amalgamation of the qualities of the souls that inhabit it. Castles breathe.
Lakes, although they treasure a mystery, will only show you your own face, and if you must know what lies inside the heart, then you must break through the face on the surface of the lake. Lakes speak never.
Mountains are mighty until you have conquered them… and then they become mightier than ever, each mount, but now you know why it stands there, because you have crowned it. Even after you die, the mountain will remember those who crowned him once, and forever; and when you return again, he will whisper your name not once, but thrice… mountains live forever in my heart. You are my heart, sweet woman.
Friends and castles, lakes, mountains and mysteries.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
The years have raced by
Yet our story is not begun
Two hearts cannot cry
Without reason, and upon
My heart I see the snowclad valley again
The mist, the promise, the joy and the pain
And I know it simply
Surely and firm
Our river runs deeply
Unbroken, fullterm
Be not afraid to follow yon distant star
Until you love me, you won’t know who you are.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
There she perches, haunted…
The ruins of a castle once loved;
Haunted by love…
There she perches, haunted…
The ruins of a castle once loved;
Haunted by love…
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
It is her voice that buckles my knees
When she breaks and says please
I break and say please
This is the power of a woman
I can match her strength
But her power makes me powerless.
She might not know everything about me
But she knows the thing about me
That weakens and conquers and strengthens and completes me
This is the power of a woman
It is the power of insight
Because she came from inside.
Learn well this lesson:
Strength is what you have inside you
Power is what you have inside another person
Even when that person is stronger than you.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
Ich kannte mal lange eine Liebe
Sie nahm mir unabsichtlich alles – eines Abends
Saßen wir neben einander im Wohnzimmer
Im Schweigen. Irgendwann fragte sie mich leise:
„Schatz, was ist los?“ – Und ich dachte langsam
An alles, was ich für diese Liebe unfreiwillig aufgeopfert hatte
Und lang sagte ich nichts, bis der Schmerz sich ausgebrannt hatte
Dann schloß ich das Buch der Vergangenheit und sagte:
„Mach dir keine Sorgen; es ist alles gut.“
Und wir umarmten uns lange.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
He was a messenger from far away
This thought that I secretly caught
And wonderful tidings he brought my way
Of all the secret things I still ought
Nay, must, do, must do
To you, my dear, to you.
But this he whispered first of all
That I must meet another stranger first
And secretly yield to his inner call
He lives in me, my root intuition’s thirst
For my secret powers become free
Only after I first become me.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
Der selbe Baum
– In jeder
Jahreszeit
Schön und schöner.
Das selbe Wort
Enthüllt
Jedes Mal
Ein neues Bild.
Macht die Einfachheit
Kraft der Einfachheit.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
White night
Day bright
Moonsnowlight
Warm, moist and tight
She-sigh, she-bite
She might
Howl again tonight.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
Er bot ihr Rhythmus an
Aber sie war eine verlorene Melodie
Und sehnte sich nach Harmonie
Egal, ob Frau, ob Mann
Er brachte seine Hüfte näher
Sie konnte nicht widerstehen
Langsam fingen sie an, sich zu drehen
Tiefer atmend, immer höher
Und ihre verlorene Melodie
Vom Rhythmus angezogen
Taktvoll ausgezogen
Verstummte vor lauter Harmonie.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
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