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Isolani
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...what's important to you...
Like when a light summer rain falls quietly,
in the afternoon, in the warm and mild air.
On the streets of the city
few are on their way;
most of them stayed at home.
It has become quiet
and the leaden sky
loads sweetly on the shoulders -
a thunderstorm approaches.
The first drops run down
on the windows down
and are hardly to be heard.
In the room it slowly gets dark,
a light would only disturb now.
There'll be lightning and thunder,
and most of them are at home.
It'll be fine,
for not all have the strength,
the thunder and
to meet the lightning
without leaving anything behind.
So bleib´ also you at home,
by candlelight,
and summon the good spirits,
to protect and support you.
Put some of that down on them,
what you can spare,
what is important to you and sacred.
Let them have share
at your inner quake.
You won't regret it.
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This scent tells me
of a summer day,
the afternoon rain heavy
and thunderloaded is
and it gets so dark
like a day in November.
It's full of little fruits,
mild and gentle,
silky, lively and communicative,
and the scents from the flower beds -
next door, in Blumenfreunds garden -
mix with the fragrance
in a dry, safe place,
candle-lit rooms
to a consecrated aura.
Peace is still there.
I look longingly after the rain.
I hear his rattling:
and it's all good.
in the afternoon, in the warm and mild air.
On the streets of the city
few are on their way;
most of them stayed at home.
It has become quiet
and the leaden sky
loads sweetly on the shoulders -
a thunderstorm approaches.
The first drops run down
on the windows down
and are hardly to be heard.
In the room it slowly gets dark,
a light would only disturb now.
There'll be lightning and thunder,
and most of them are at home.
It'll be fine,
for not all have the strength,
the thunder and
to meet the lightning
without leaving anything behind.
So bleib´ also you at home,
by candlelight,
and summon the good spirits,
to protect and support you.
Put some of that down on them,
what you can spare,
what is important to you and sacred.
Let them have share
at your inner quake.
You won't regret it.
____________________________________________________
This scent tells me
of a summer day,
the afternoon rain heavy
and thunderloaded is
and it gets so dark
like a day in November.
It's full of little fruits,
mild and gentle,
silky, lively and communicative,
and the scents from the flower beds -
next door, in Blumenfreunds garden -
mix with the fragrance
in a dry, safe place,
candle-lit rooms
to a consecrated aura.
Peace is still there.
I look longingly after the rain.
I hear his rattling:
and it's all good.
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