written in the sand that the beautiful and charming
are only a breath, a shudder, that the magnificent
exciting lovable not last:
cloud, flower, soap bubble,
fireworks and laughter of a child's eyes
woman in the glass of a mirror, and many other
cool stuff, they just discovered
vanish,
only time a time
just a flavoring, a breath of wind, alas
know sadly.
And what lasts and remains fixed
there is so intimately dear
gemstone with cold fire,
gold bar heavy splendor
the stars themselves, innumerable
if they are distant and foreign, do not resemble
us - ephemeral-not reach the bottom of the soul.
No, the most profound and worthy of love nice
seems inclined to become corrupt,
is always close to dying, and the best thing
, musical notes, which at birth
already run away and spend,
are only murmurs, current leaks
surrounded breaths of subdued sadness
because even how long a heartbeat
are left to force, press,
note by note, just stop already
fades and goes away.
So our heart is with fraternal loyalty devoted
to everything runs and runs,
to life,
not what is firm and able to endure.
soon tire us what remains,
rocks of a world of stars and jewels, we
anime-bubble-of-soap-and wind-driven
ever change. Brides
a time, not duration,
that the dew on a rose petal, so
the beating of wings of a bird dying
a game of clouds, snow
twinkle, rainbow, butterfly
already flown away, so
the braying of a laugh,
that barely touches us in passing, can
mean feast or bring pain.
We love what we like, and
understand what the wind
wrote in the sand. By Hermann Hesse
Happiness, verses and thoughts
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