Arrrr Mateys ____________
years it is now since
as I wished,
could send you there,
where you feel safe, where you
home
are and know every corner, where your
loved ones waiting for you and help you find your way around.
years ago now and I love you so
in mind.
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years, it is only since
as I wished
one could bring you there,
where you find your memories, where you
you can drop
in the arms to hold you,
where your loved ones with you and encourage you expect
not give up.
years is to first connect
you so and I have in mind.
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Years ago,
as my wish was fulfilled
and one you home, sent
give it to you in peace that
had what you given us for years,
what you out for a lifetime made
what your loved ones still estimated at you.
at Christmas has to be able to rejoice with you.
is years ago it
and I'm up for my eyes.
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But years have passed since,
Make your farewell began
and you get behind the horizon, sent
and someone said: "He is ! go "
and other replied," He will arrive! "
Years ago the death for me has been increased to the horizon and the horizon
the limit of my vision
and now I know that others were happy to see you again
behind the border.
years have passed since
and I've still
writes so vividly before our eyes
Quote-
The Old Man and the Sea
The old man settled himself to steer.
He observed not once, sank
as the great shark in the water,
was then small and tiny.
fascinated by the old man ever.
But now he saw it not once.
"I still have the fishing hook," he said.
"But it will not help me.
I have two oars and the tiller and the short leg. "
Now they've got me under, he thought.
I'm too old to kill sharks.
But I will try,
long as I have the belt and the short club and the tiller.
He held his hands back into the water to cool them.
It was late afternoon now,
him and he nothing but the sea and the sky.
The wind was now stronger than before,
and hoped that he would soon see land.
"You are tired, old friend," he said
"You are tired of it inside!"
- Hemingway -
FEET LONG AS THE BEAR ;
final
"I do not think so.
I know the things that will come to pass.
What's to be done,
make when finally on the way.
I've been waiting so long.
Whether you have forgotten me?
Nobody comes to pick me up,
although they take me all of the hand, but
can help me now, no.
my way must I go alone.
It's all strange.
I have no more hunger, no more
for days.
thirst I feel have not,
what is it with me?
The tongue cleaves to
and is so terribly difficult.
you can not talk anymore.
And yet I feel despite the severity
busy in my mouth, on my shoulders,
on my heart and my soul
some relief,
a freedom in me.
My life is finished,
the rear view is so very long,
only the view forward is overcast.
Individual clouds move in front of my mind
and now and then, with a bright sunshine,
I find it still a question unanswered.
But I feel no pain.
My heart is heavy and yet free.
I open myself should finally
even if I am so tired and fall asleep
would prefer. But
I think I spend a few minutes
A small eternity
A little less
Perhaps I will even pick up but someone
someone who has the power to go to
to put me on my feet
and a little bit with me.
I know recently that I am not alone and accompanied
will
Why, today I can not let go so hard? Why do I imagine
Any questions?
Why can I not simply go away?
Even if I close my tired eyes, and
my breath in my depth follow
I know where I'm at home,
here I rest from me.
And if you see me then let
I just sleep on. Let me hold
go
as long as I wear my feet.
Let me dream,
of what I never saw.
And let me smile,
about what I carry within me.
It is raining and the drops
taste of salt, a bitter
heavy sweetness spreads in me
it is time finite time
now I must go.
What remains, not only sadness,
is but a knowledge that it
sunshine in the rain is making the hope
to what may happen there.
I go now, and yet only a small piece of the road before
.
Breathless,
I am "
final
"I do not think so.
I know the things that will come to pass.
What's to be done,
make when finally on the way.
I've been waiting so long.
Whether you have forgotten me?
Nobody comes to pick me up,
although they take me all of the hand, but
can help me now, no.
my way must I go alone.
It's all strange.
I have no more hunger, no more
for days.
thirst I feel have not,
what is it with me?
The tongue cleaves to
and is so terribly difficult.
you can not talk anymore.
And yet I feel despite the severity
busy in my mouth, on my shoulders,
on my heart and my soul
some relief,
a freedom in me.
My life is finished,
the rear view is so very long,
only the view forward is overcast.
Individual clouds move in front of my mind
and now and then, with a bright sunshine,
I find it still a question unanswered.
But I feel no pain.
My heart is heavy and yet free.
I open myself should finally
even if I am so tired and fall asleep
would prefer. But
I think I spend a few minutes
A small eternity
A little less
Perhaps I will even pick up but someone
someone who has the power to go to
to put me on my feet
and a little bit with me.
I know recently that I am not alone and accompanied
will
Why, today I can not let go so hard? Why do I imagine
Any questions?
Why can I not simply go away?
Even if I close my tired eyes, and
my breath in my depth follow
I know where I'm at home,
here I rest from me.
And if you see me then let
I just sleep on. Let me hold
go
as long as I wear my feet.
Let me dream,
of what I never saw.
And let me smile,
about what I carry within me.
It is raining and the drops
taste of salt, a bitter
heavy sweetness spreads in me
it is time finite time
now I must go.
What remains, not only sadness,
is but a knowledge that it
sunshine in the rain is making the hope
to what may happen there.
I go now, and yet only a small piece of the road before
.
Breathless,
I am "
In memory of Herman Ohlendorf
1924 - 2002.
Sample
"sword fish, dolphin and lion"
a trip to Spain had planned for the bull fights in Madrid.
He loved bullfighting summer, as he called
these months and followed the struggles with growing interest.
The battle of the natures seemed to move, as well as accomplish the thought
the decisive point to be able to have the power to
over life and death. Ernest was no bull-fighting ring from
and changed the locations of Huesca, Pamplona, Lerida,
Tarragona, Valencia to Madrid!
He even with the American bullfighter Sidney Franklin
to get in touch
and won him a more loyal followers
for his literary works.
Cora had always written every word of Ernest Hemingway
internalized and absorbed. So they knew that
Ernest had written out of sheer love for the fighting
a report on the English bullfight
and later even a book.
The Spaniards believed that there was no reverence for the bull's death, to die in combat
.
Ernest initially took the same opinion, but years later
felt the fighting as pointless. When he
"Death in the Afternoon", wrote
he tried to carry on in this book clearly
is that bullfighting is not a sport but an art.
He not only won friends, was in sight.
He himself had never taken the opportunity to face a bull in the arena
courageous.
Ernest preferred to kill from a distance. His passions were
Safaris in Africa.
"I love you and respect you very much.
But I will kill you dead before the days end "
A quote from Hemingway.
Whether he meant it really so?
Cora tried this question to get to the bottom
and considered long if she could watch a bull fight from the start
to the bitter end. And so they took heart and went
, Spain during a holiday,
on a hot mid-summer weekend,
to Tarragona.
In the queue at the till she settled
of the locals at the long advised funds, which
should choose one place cards.
you followed the advice, a map of the dark side of the arena to buy.
thus acquired Cora is for 4,500 pesetas a ticket for the
"Plaza de Toros Monumental de Tarragona",
the bullfighting arena in which Ernest had seen
bulls to fight and die.
It was a hot Sunday ~ Domingo ~, July
and they became familiar with the Thought that three would
Toreros with the name Fermin Bohorquez,
El Cordobez "Manuel Diaz," El Juli "
Julian Lopez put the Bulls for their lives.
The arena looked very impressive on Cora ..
The monument stood in the middle of the city,
encircled by busy streets full of people. In shimmering heat
popular cars
anticipation with their engine noise arrogance.
Cora was also waiting at the checkout a little carried away,
in a tumble of tense expectation, although their expectations were cautious
of nature. She sought the entrance of the arena,
ran the stone stairs up, and was based on the
many other visitors who were in the brick arches along, until they finally reached
had their seat.
The first look into the arena was phenomenal.
impressed Cora stayed firmly on the cast-iron railing and looked
banned in the interior.
The center was a large round clay,
were drawn on the chalk lines with several circular
marks.
Red wooden barriers should protect the visitors against the bulls.
They were built in an arc around the clay court,
that the bull fighters at any time the raging Bull unable to resist.
Behind the barriers identified were the spectators.
Most Spaniards wore light blue shirts and held
white handkerchiefs in their hands,
to give her pleasure in the fight by waving expression.
women, some with children sat beside their husbands
and fanned themselves, despite the shadow of the square, with its typical
colorfully printed subjects cold air.
Behind the rows of seats saw Cora, two galleries,
where people pressed against the railing,
to follow the fights standing.
The large free stone window arches, the Arena framed,
wore no glass, so that you never got the opportunity to
escape the mood captured by the enthusiastic visitors.
Behind the arena, she discovered the
houses Tarragona,
were built around the bullring.
Many people jostling on the balconies,
to also have a free peek into the arena can be.
This bull visitors had hung white sheets from their windows and set it
their enthusiasm for a sign.
Cora was amazed at this lively enthusiasm.
you looked at the entrance of the arena and identified a box, in which the mayor
Tarragona had taken place.
A murmur went through the crowd
and the call grew louder after the first bull.
Cora wondered why so many locals
attended this spectacle,
because the typical English holidaymakers were hardly discernible.
you listened to the many English word fragments,
who penetrated her and then sat next to an older Spaniards, which they warmly welcomed
and joy only as sputtered into place.
Her eyes roamed the sky, which seemed just as blue,
as the shirts of men.
"Is today a good day to die?"
She breathed a little wistful, and looked at the audience,
had taken place in the meantime all
and impatient waiting for the first bull fighter.
came a few moments later, a young bullfighter in the arena. Manuel Diaz
It was the "El Cordobez was received cheers!
Manuel Diaz was wearing a tight red pants,
which was embroidered on the sides with gold. His
waisted gold-colored jacket glistened in the sun,
embroidered so magnificent it was!
He was wearing pink socks and black shoes.
delighting he strutted like a colorful rooster on his audience by
and waved its pink and yellow cloth struggle, the Muleta.
After he had bowed to the mayor,
he gave the signal to the first bull into servitude!
over the great door of the arena hung large sheets,
the bull with his fighting weight and betrayed.
Cora was able to read that eight bulls today should lose their lives and would
that the first bull to be ~ ~ El Lobero.
A murmur went through the ranks, when the gates opened
and arrogant bull ~ ~ El Lobero with bowed head
ran across the sandy area and looked for guidance.
He seemed to be smart,
because after a few steps he turned to the dark side
and looked to be provocative. Cora immediately felt sympathy for the bull
and was torn when it came to their feelings.
The bullfighter was moving toward the bull, and provoked him with his towel.
The bull responded and went on to challenging Manuel Diaz, who jumped
sent to one side as the bull was the same height.
This game was repeated a few times, until the bull
desire
passed and he again chose a shady spot. Buy
jumped behind the red wooden barrier that Capeadores,
the helpers out of the Toreros,
the wild, waving their towels
and the black caps
torn from his head, in order to gesticulate violently.
The bull sat terrified in motion
and ran several laps around the arena, until he stopped struggling
sweating and for breath at one point
so as to ignore Manuel Diaz.
The Spaniard jumped from their seats and demanded the Torero
for action.
The bullfighter waving in the round of the audience to calm
step and devoutly in the vicinity of the bull.
Manuel Diaz opened his arms and waited.
Cora realized that this is a silent sign acted as
as after an agreement
ran two Capeadores over to him and handed him the
Picadero ~ ~,
the lance and a little later, two banderilleros ~ ~,
the colorful skewers, with whom he the bull should bring
and bleeding weaken!
And he succeeded at first.
A few steps only
and the bull had three spears in his neck.
Only seconds later, two
set out by barbed banderilleros
in his back. The bull reared up and tried
the disturbing skewers to shake,
what he failed.
He ran tortured and bleeding to the bull fighter,
to get rid of his anger, but he acted in
but only further banderilleros.
The audience applauded and in the arena spread
from a tense and euphoric mood.
Cora felt that something definitive
was no stopping
Only seconds later, two
set out by barbed banderilleros
in his back. The bull reared up and tried
the disturbing skewers to shake,
what he failed.
He ran tortured and bleeding to the bull fighter,
to get rid of his anger, but he acted in
but only further banderilleros.
The audience applauded and in the arena spread
from a tense and euphoric mood.
Cora felt that something definitive
was no stopping
as they now six spears in the back of the saw
snorting bull. The bull was bleeding
few meters away from the bullfighter
and the warm stream of blood pulsing from his
Back
before it ran over his black fur
and dripped onto the sand.
Manuel Diaz knelt opposite him and looked at the bull
vis á vis, the
then tried another attempt on his tormentors.
The bull lowered his head to take him on the horns.
Manuel Diaz deliberately put his upper body to the side, so that the bull
empty-handed
ran past him and got into the turn one of the annoying banderilleros.
now turned to the bull,
weak-nerved visitors the arena
screamed in horror. ....
"Swordfish, Dolphin and lion "
old Rostock
Publisher ISBN 3-930845-58-X
1st edition
drawings and poems.
Silke Klaassen-Boehlke
Price € 10.13 uro
snorting bull. The bull was bleeding
few meters away from the bullfighter
and the warm stream of blood pulsing from his
Back
before it ran over his black fur
and dripped onto the sand.
Manuel Diaz knelt opposite him and looked at the bull
vis á vis, the
then tried another attempt on his tormentors.
The bull lowered his head to take him on the horns.
Manuel Diaz deliberately put his upper body to the side, so that the bull
empty-handed
ran past him and got into the turn one of the annoying banderilleros.
now turned to the bull,
weak-nerved visitors the arena
screamed in horror. ....
"Swordfish, Dolphin and lion "
old Rostock
Publisher ISBN 3-930845-58-X
1st edition
drawings and poems.
Silke Klaassen-Boehlke
Price € 10.13 uro
