Als das Kind Kind war,
wußte es nicht, daß es Kind war,
alles war ihm beseelt,
und alle Seelen waren eins.
When the child was a child,
it didn’t know that it was a child,
everything was soulful, and all souls were one.
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ReplyDeletewonderful!
{I don't know how to get the right gestures, Roxana..maybe they're not their on the keyboard or maybe I just don't have the words}
But a deep gratitude for you're sharing photos of the shahzadi.
Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteit's amazing how well this works. usually the eye seems to need at least one point of focus, but here you've given the eye everything it needs.
ReplyDeleteand i love that movie
I think that poem's from "Wings of Desire" right??
ReplyDeleteinteresting blog
wings of desire yes. thank you all for your comments, I am so grateful. shahzadi is a word that made me dream, b.
ReplyDeleteSweet dreams, then, dear Roxana! :)
ReplyDelete[if you get to the bit where you're offered some pistachio ice-cream do ask for a double helping:)]