Angizia
Miscellaneous
Chapter V. Ringing of bells / About the short life Almost snow-covered green grapes
Dress up in pieces,
I contaminate as a wreck,
The head sunk in flesh's blood ,
As if I had let it be split by thorns
At this hour, like a late child,
I sulk in the little garden
Already hit by the neck of the creator's ball!
"What do you think then?
Do you think the tear doesn't burn?
What do you think then?
The grape fruit even dies,
the little greedy breed."
"You vine It's worth it to nibble on sweet juices in love,
Your mood is fading, and all the constant whirlwind of insects is more of a stream of life. But no, your fruits bathe in the leeks, in the rotten
mirrors of thick air, And all the Antitzgold is nothing more than a dark spot! What my sigh now carries is trickling, snowy fruit, a little snail shell that just shatters in the spot."
What are they Stairs of a haggler,
If I, gaunt poet, burn like a candle,
Disappear like a streak of mist, freeze like the green grape fruit.
"So grant me duration like stars, me fool, a barrel of Hatred,
to empty many drops of blood from large buckets,
that is dead among dead for the soulless body!
A play of lights in green seas, yes glowing
burning, praising and not more than an inclination!"
Poisoned eyes, these polluted, red and green ones,
Are furious sadness, last voices and yet worn moralities,
"The old man", they say, "he Gray rogue has hidden it!"
He whispers it in the misty song, and cries for once ostracized ink. But
"Sleeping night I watched, you forbid my farewell night!"
That's how I carve in the wood table the image of the green vine fruit,
Looks up into the sky blue and zahit of winter flakes,
Every one of my words, transparent like crystal It seemed
already buried by the sea of u200bu200bwisdom like Riesling of life soon !
"Weeping faces are blind to suffering, and deaf to complaints!"
Konstanz court poet, tragic figure, a portrait of man that never existed
Lavanter Ehrenburger, Konstanz's closest confidant after Marie's death Istrate
Marie's daughter, Constance's "lights of life" were given to her marie
Constance's wife, died a short time after Istrate's entry into life Quidenus
Waldschrat, time pilot and night singer, a "bright" chime of a bell
/>Choir reflection of a spurned creation, voice of this and the hereafter

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