ALMOND TREES IN BLOOM SPECIAL

UNDER A NOVEMBER FROST MOON

UNDER A NOVEMBER FROST MOON 1

UNDER A NOVEMBER FROST MOON 1

UNDER A NOVEMBER FROST MOON 2

UNDER A NOVEMBER FROST MOON 2

UNDER A NOVEMBER FROST MOON 3

UNDER A NOVEMBER FROST MOON 3

TO LIFE BEG

Still in longing our embrace stayed, in dead words,

pressed against field moisture to grow as refused

 

(Taking our love away from labyrinthine answers on a night blackened heath)

 

Our tender moments searched in vain after its hold

for hardened by remorse will hope us now own alone

 

(Soiled and completely thorn the heart in direness is forced to lay)

 

It is me an unloved grin to reflect:

To life beg

 

Meagerness have bared weak words against our eyes witness,

glittered in dust´s helplessness, unmoving mirrors: Memories

 

I have waited, got stuck,

there immovable walls have built life´s game,

ordered the nonyears unwise unlust ended:

To break and bury

 

Dwelling here

 

Learned death:

Life infected by its tearing

 

Have spoken sweetly and touched near the shimmer

And: Dignifiedly hated

 

Cold,

love our farewell

 

 

Warm up the ground.

TO LIFE BEG

TO LIFE BEG