[syndicate] \/\ in the beginning everything was white

[claudia westermann]

>          in the beginning everything was white

before the word

>
>          1 must look very closely 2 see grey
>
>                 on
>
>                 the
>
>                 ceiling

1 can look from far away and concentrate on the edges' shadow grey,
if one wants to see grey

>
>                 the
>
>                 ceiling is as you
>
>                 to me you start at the feet

A smile. What you see is the eternal feminine.



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>http://www.m9ndfukc.org/data/picz/where.do.people.sleep-above.the.feet.jpg

Und läg´ er nur noch immer in dem Grase! .......  stated Mephisto in sorrow ...

( And he should lie quiet only in the grass! )

>
>the day pinocchio became a boy, geppetto nearly died with happiness.
>nearly, i said, because luckily he lived a little while longer.
>enough time to invent another dream for himself + to ask the
>blue-haired fairy to make it come true.


 
otherwise would he have had to live eternally
                                                               because 
of the happiness about the fulfillment of the dream ?

 
( aside: the Grammar book tip is just great .. have to search for the 
book )

>
>"you again?" said the fairy disappointed. "was it not enough for
>you that a piece of wood became a real boy?"
>
>"NO!" answered geppetto, who had become very difficult to please.
>"now i want my pinocchio to go to college and to get a degree."
>
>"no ... and NO!" said the fairy, and geppetto suddenly died from pain.
>
>
>pinocchio cried for a solid month and was inconsolable for 3 years.
>then, at the age of nineteen, to honour the memory of his father, he
>decided to become a carpenter. and do you know what the first thing 
>he made was?
>something wooden, you'd think, maybe a table or a chair or a cuckoo clock...
>oh no! he made another puppet and he called it "pinocchietto", that 
>is little pinocchio.
>
>soon afterwards he was bothering the fairy, begging her to bring the 
>puppet to life.
>
>"i've had enough of you carpenters!" she was angry again. "if you 
>want children
>have them with women like everyone else!" she said finally and flew away.
>
>
>pinocchio cried for a couple of hours in front of his
>wooden son, but then smiled at an idea that came in to his head.
>
>he won't live, he thought, but he is so nice that he makes me happy.
>
>suddenly the door of the workshop opened  and a distinguished 
>looking gentleman
>with blue eyes entered. "hello, my name is master alessi. they tell me that
>you are a carpenter..."
>
>"that's me!" he said proudly.
>
>"and where are your wares?" asked the gentleman.
>
>"here!" exclaimed pinocchio showing him the lifeless wooden child.
>
>"but what is it for?" he replied. he was a very practically minded man.
>
>"it makes people happy", pinocchio said.
>
>master alessi examined the objekt more carefully and he began to smile.
>
>"i'll buy it!" he said. "make me some more, no, make me lots more, so
>i will be able to make many many many people happy"
>

Er scheint mir, mit Verlaub von euer Gnaden,
wie eine der langbeinigen Zikaden,
die immer fliegt und fliegend springt
und gleich im Gras ihr altes Liedchen singt;

( He looks, with your permission of your grace,
like a cicada with long legs
which always flies and, flying, springs
And sings its old songs in the grass;  )


in contrast Gretchen enjoys today's beauty.               ..it is 
like the monologue before the glasses move





claudia