Angizia
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Chapter II. The Cherry Orchard Or Memories To The Forehead Of Childhood
Second
Elevator in the stucco, Constance leafs through a dusty leather volume
Diary-like notes, the dream a "good night"
(mixed with a cherry orchard).
Dialogue, conversations of a 10-year-old child about creation,
Daily work and natural laws, excerpt from the second act.
Sweet milks the light of the day's golden rush, the flowers
beautiful shimmers of color, ah, a little voice comes from the middle of the fence,
I have to wonder at the barren trembling of that feather cover. What a young sign
I have misunderstood, what an eagle garden has grown for me in the darkness
of that beloved womb. So I stepped onto the green with both feet, thanked the glow of the moon, so dreamily that I was blinded by the chirping of its colorful splendor and turned to the false splendor of the night. I then disappeared just far and pale from the garden
into the rural field recited from the dream image of that summer
[Chorus:]
"Constance, why are you crying so miserably, just see the little tree still
scattered in the white of the winter blankets, written without permission to use the colors, the faces of those who are as if not only the human child is doomed to death yours
Strangers should make music with birds of warm morning winds, the striving of yours
Look immediately for a little red city, may the heat please, note
only the cherry song is probably another portrait of a meadowland
more like your memory. Decide for yourself, seduced child,
whether Lenzse's time is friend enough for you to give this search a little star of luck
whether the winter air sound of the Zof' lets your hair shine
and grass's life in front of bare wood just like that"
[Constance:]
"Now it's a red corpse, I already wrote memoirs from the grave lid
Verse stone? Should it be a wonderful choir that asked me to just wait for the colors to shine, to make the maid's hair shine like apple-green pasture grass, and to scorn Winter's bald scalp with small combs? Oh bird,
I thought, if you were one of our little children, your twilight light lingers in my thought hole, then how is it meant for me that lips
don't scorch and whether the black and threadbare clothes I find that
Gartlein despite the snowy ground, let light carry us out of the graves,
bury the winter and frolic in the circle of the fence, as if
back then, the buttocks were already sunk into the wooden branch , with the palm of one hand, the
heart of a little blood was swung into the corner of a child's mouth"
[Chorus:]
"Constance, my dear, as a boy you will grow up before some
turn to stone Palm forest closes Diw all sweaty dream. Which
soul's sheer impatience gave you a rushed image, which half-closed
flowers and herbs should bleed in the spellbound body. Oh, you little child without God,
Already on the way to the garden wall, it's the white comrade who covers you up
Alms to you, he takes all the bees home for you, the feathers of the times red
idyll How on earth are you going to find the edge of the grave in this lovely world? A word in sweet madness, I let you know. Lensze's time is a feast for the eyes
is not the same in every little garden, even the cherry fruit
Ditch asked in wonderful memory to send out a golden
arrow for all the red hot faces"
[ Constance (sighing):]
"Ah, over me, the net of colors gone, shame only with white treasures
my darling dream of the wreath of flowers, a bright little candle intended, the
white sails already stretched. Now I know that the king fell asleep under the silent leaves, the chirping saved for the dreams of a cute little child, but now my king with it is time, my cloth shoe, he is frozen in snow, no longer suitable for long distances, I lost my scarf under the fog table that was once built. If all creation is right, if red dreams end because of snow, I know, my little bird, you are where you once sat on the garden fence, now just chirp, sometimes light, sometimes dark, I want to just see my dream image, get a little cherry orchard out of the white rubble because I don't want it to suffocate."

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