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Kunze Heinz Rudolf
The Difficult Courage
The Difficult Courage
If I were a poet,
then I would choose silence.
If I were a saint,
then I chose the world.
The way things are,
I gently make it my own,
what is behind our eyes
slowly falling into the ashes.
I would be one Dancer,
then I chose paralysis.
If I were a singer,
then I chose the scream.
Staying from the present
will be nothing but embarrassment:< br/>That's how it was.
I was inhibited.
I think, therefore I am. All right.
My food is heavy courage.
I'm a know-it-all,
I have tricks, taboos, appointments:
Saved victim
on the threshold of the scaffold.< br/>Wander through the deserts as a relationship Bedouin.
Go to eternity with my change
Bankrupt.
Hope to betray every belief in time.
Still searching and asserting
/>the possibility of happiness.
Stuff chocolate hearts into the machines.
Give what I can give.
And take nothing back.
I plant a tree in my anger.< br/>My sustenance is heavy courage.
If I were a lover,
then I would look for the one
who whores herself to her own great finiteness.
If I were an embryo ,
then I chose despite everything
now and in the future
birth again and again.
I plant a tree in my anger.
My sustenance is heavy courage .