Mascha Kaléko
Dir will ich meines Liebsten Augen geben
Und deiner Seele flammenreines Glühn.
Ein Träumer wirst du sein und dennoch kühn
Verschlossne Tore aus den Angeln heben
Wirst ausziehen,das gelobte Glück zu schmieden.
Dein Weg sei frei.Denn aller Weisheit Schluss
Bleibt doch zuletzt,dass jedermann hienieden
All seine Fehler selbst begehen muss.
Ich kann vor keinem Abgrund dich bewahren,
Hoch in die Wolken hängte Gott den Kranz.
Nur eines nimm von dem,was ich erfahren:
Wer du auch seist, nur eines-sei es ganz!
Du bist,vergiss es nicht,von jenem Baume,
Der ewig zweigte und nie Wurzeln schlug.
Der Freiheit Fackel leuchtet uns im Traume-
Bewahr den Tropfen Öl im alten Krug!
Rice-weeders on the River Po basin
Una mattina mi son svegliato, o bella, ciao! bella, ciao! bella, ciao, ciao, ciao! Una mattina mi son svegliato, e ho trovato l’invasor.
O partigiano, portami via, o bella, ciao! bella, ciao! bella, ciao, ciao, ciao! O partigiano, portami via, ché mi sento di morir.
E se io muoio da partigiano, o bella, ciao! bella, ciao! bella, ciao, ciao, ciao! E se io muoio da partigiano, tu mi devi seppellir.
E seppellire lassù in montagna, o bella, ciao! bella, ciao! bella, ciao, ciao, ciao! E seppellire lassù in montagna, sotto l’ombra di un bel fior.
Tutte le genti che passeranno, o bella, ciao! bella, ciao! bella, ciao, ciao, ciao! Tutte le genti che passeranno, Mi diranno «Che bel fior!»
«È questo il fiore del partigiano», o bella, ciao! bella, ciao! bella, ciao, ciao, ciao! «È questo il fiore del partigiano, morto per la LIBERTA!»
Beda Schmid
I’ve the urgent urge to do something extremely extreme.
Like renounce my work without knowing where to get money from after
Like run naked down the main street of Hong Kong
Like going beyond the known things.
Instead I’m browsing Facebook.
That’s also extreme.
Extremely retarded.
Somewhere in the Internet
Sometimes the only way to see a person to be happy, is to let him go.
And sometimes you have to extend this even to the point to let the person go out of your thoughts.
It’s not enough to open the door. also mental attention can bound somebody, bound him to yourself, until it will get you straight to the point you call „dissatisfaction”.
Don’t cry to long after persons you let go away.
In your DNA something of them will keep on living in you, as a subtle signature.
In every cell, in every particle, they are living as a blind memoir, as a subtle feeling.
Always you will keep the loved one’s like notes in the score of your soul.
Your consciousness will recognize primarily the discordant notes.
Those are the most important, then only thorough them you will recognize the grate sound of harmony, which is always present there where the discords don’t resound.
Love is very similar to music.
Both are invisible for all eternities.
Incomprehensible, without solid body.
Once a song ends- where did it go?-
And how did it manage to touch your heart so strong?
Without hands and even body?
All music, all love, is volatile.
You can’t catch it.
It can’t be captured.
It’s the same with encounters in-between humans.
They only exist as long their song lasts.
Beda Schmid
foggy thoughts
and bulky dreams
are like deadly shots
ending in bloodstreams
stroking you, like slipknots made of deems catching you on the exact spots where you feel safe, or so it seems…
Beda Schmid
what’s love
the child asked
and the parents lied
what’s life
the child asked
and the parents lied
whats the death
the child asked
and the parents lied
whats hate
the child asked
and the parents lied
why am i here
the child asked
and the parents…
looked to each other
with a repentant look
Beda Schmid
In sleepless nights
and sleepy days,
unlike thoughtful knight’s
frozen my brain stays,
fighting hopeless fights
against daily grays,
without any insights
on life’s plays,
pretending rights
another’s life pays,
seeking lights
lightning my runways,
something my destiny rewrites
in endless essays….
Beda Schmid
There exist peoples, who won’t understand one thing:
that that there are peoples who seem to understand that
there are peoples who understand one thing:
that there are peoples who don’t want to understand:
there are peoples who can’t understand:
there are peoples who are able to understand one thing:
that there are peoples who will never understand:
there are peoples who maybe one day will understand,
that there are peoples who always understand one thing:
there are peoples who should understand:
there are peoples who could understand:
understand one thing:
you can’t play games with me!
Without understanding one thing
you will not win the game
believe it or not
you won’t get the pot!
don’t play games,
you will loose anyway, so
DON’T PLAY GAMES WITH ME
Beda Schmid
Was ist es denn,
was sollte es,
das was euer liebstes,
oder das was teuer liebtest?
Was soll das kümmern,
was soll das wimmern,
über das was fehlt,
wenn ihr’s nicht seht?
Was ist es denn,
was sollte es,
das was ihr am liebsten,
das was ihr das liebste nennt?
Ist es euer alles,
ist es euer nichts!
Muss es sein,
kann es sein?
Müssen tut ihr doch endlos,
nur enden könnt ihr!
Das ist es was ihr wollt?
Zu tun,
was statt sollen,
sein kann!
Allem könnt ihr ein ende setzen,
und nichts wird allem setzen ein ENDE
Beda Schmid
The best things in life are beyond terror.
Beda Schmid
don’t say never
don’t say always
don’t tell all
don’t tell nothing
be smoothly extreme
and extremely smooth
don’t say it’s too late
don’t say it’s too soon
don’t force
don’t let slip away
be firmly flexible
and flexibly firm
don’t depend
don’t renounce
don’t accumulate
don’t waste
be freely abstinent
and abstinently free….
Beda Schmid
What is a perfect human?
If that’s too much… what’s a good human?
Can we? If so… why aren’t we?
Or… maybe we are already and I just don’t see it?
Beda Schmid
While waiting for that day, lets build that day together !
The day the earth will be a planet,
instead of a bunch of nations…
The day love will be a feeling,
and not a business…
The day we will kill to eat,
and not to conquer…
The day we will wake up to enjoy our life,
and not to be slaves…
The day we will start to choose nature as our God,
instead of a super human in the sky…
The day we will stop believe in money,
but in rivers, clouds and trees…
The day we will stop to produce,
and start to create…
That day i will hopefully
enjoy with you.
offline.
Beda Schmid
Do it,
whatever you want
whenever you want
however you want.
Do it,
just do it
but don’t regret
don’t feel bad
don’t feel guilty
after it’s done.
Do it,
just do
whatever you feel
whenever you feel
however you feel.
Whatever it is,
do it with love
whenever it is,
do it with love
however it is
do it with love
And never forget
TO LOVE
Hugo von Hoffmansthal
Flieg hin, Zeit, du bist meine Magd,
Schmück mich, wenn es nächtet, schmück mich, wenn es tagt,
Flicht mir mein Haar, spiel mir um den Schuh,
Ich bin die Frau, die Magd bist du.
Heia!
Doch einmal trittst du zornig herein,
Die Sterne schießen schiefen Schein,
Der Wind durchfährt den hohen Saal,
Die Sonn geht aus, das Licht wird fahl,
Der Boden gibt einen toten Schein,
Da wirst du meine Herrin sein!
O weh!
Und ich deine Magd, schwach und verzagt,
Gott sei’s geklagt!
Flieg hin, Zeit! Die Zeit ist noch weit!
Heia!
Beda Schmid
Life’s simply…
beautiful,
amazing,
challenging.
I’m inclined to hope.
Hope it never ends.
Beda Schmid
I saw a sparkle, in the wood’s darkness.
Lonely, in a glass as a harness.
Oh, little Flame, why you in there?
Very clearly, you can’t live without Air!
Eh, you lost soul, the sparkle spoke, if I’m out of this glass,
Yet free and feral on the grass…
Oh, I’ll burn everything, you the world and all the trees!
Unless, tell me, are you made of gold, please?
No, but better,
Oh listen, to the letter:
My little flame, You need to breathe, so I’ll shatter
All that glass, your harness, no matter.
Think how high the flames, the higher, the better.
The Flame, Shy at first,
Expecting the worst,
Reaching Out of the glass slowly grew,
While Following a gentle wind, that blew.
Hence, The Flame soon saw, even what’s made of gold
Always Melts, but now please, read this in bold!
Think, Even if you turn it all to ashes and dust,
For your breathing, to me is still a must.
Oh Flame, Burn!
Reckless Fire, Burn!
Even if you turn it all to ashes,
Vigorously burn! Let free your flashes!
Enjoy, it’s just fair.
Rejoice, you flame, as I’m just air.
Beda Schmid
Life is like a mountain.
When you’re young,
you are looking up to that mountain,
and you’ll think:
Wow there is so much to do.
And you’ll climb up.
Once you’re older
you look back
down to the valley,
and think:
Wow this have been a lot of things.
I have climbed quiet far up!
Stay young
keep on looking at the mountain in front of you
instead of looking back and look to that valley.