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The Book of Fairy Tales, 2008 From Heart to Heart If Love weren’t eternal, they would never make room for it. If Love weren’t dangerous, they would never try it. If Love weren’t illogical, they would never have thought of it. If Love weren’t euphoric, they would never smile. If Love weren’t pain, they would never feel it. If Love weren’t joy, they would never see color. If Love weren’t All, they would never hear music. Translation: Susanna Nied The Waterfall The river falls, falls, falls from the rim of the cliff. Down, down, down in thousands of vertical lines. In thousands of sounding cascades. In thousands of speaking, singing bubbles. In many thousands of drops of birds, which fly away in flocks by the thousands. Translation: Susanna Nied |
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