Zuerst präsentiere ich mal das Gedicht, mit welchem ich bei einem Wettbewerb der Frankfurter Buchmesse teilgenommen habe. Gewonnen habe ich zwar nicht, aber das Schreiben hat Spaß gemacht. Versuche meine "Posts" schnell nachzuarbeiten. Franzi
New Zealand - my gate to paradise
Tentatively I entered, full of hopeful expectation.
My wonderland greets me, wreathed with magical mists.
In the mountains the morning kindles.
A delicate composition materialized and arises now to a symphony with timpani and trumpets.
Spirit of the land
All that naturalness, beauty, charm and harshness are combined here in a single wonderful poem.
Oh fair and sacred land, let me wander on your trails.
Let my eye linger on the emerald gleam of your waters, on your
snow-capped heights.
Nature’s unique miracle, endearing phenomenon.
I feel blissful and free.
Spirit of this land What a land in which the souls of the dead roam to Hawaiki and spirits of the
ancestors are perceptible everywhere.
Magic surrounds me and I unify with the beginning of eternity.
Wind-blown water, grey rain above the river, mellow hills, the maw of hell in smoking volcanoes, a place where the heavens meet our world,
dreamy, gentle and tremendous.
Spirit of their land Yes, I admit, I am a dreamer…
for only dreamers find a way through moonlight and
experience the dawn before the world awakes.
Every plant, animal and human here reflects the smile of the world.
The beauty of this land is boundless, magical, enchanted.
Spirit of our land
How can I travel the long road back to my homeland, for I have found here my deepest happiness.
But I will carry this joy tightly locked in my heart, with a wistful glance…
Certainly I will come back someday!
Spirit of my land
Franziska Fait
My wonderland greets me, wreathed with magical mists.
In the mountains the morning kindles.
A delicate composition materialized and arises now to a symphony with timpani and trumpets.
Spirit of the land
All that naturalness, beauty, charm and harshness are combined here in a single wonderful poem.
Oh fair and sacred land, let me wander on your trails.
Let my eye linger on the emerald gleam of your waters, on your
snow-capped heights.
Nature’s unique miracle, endearing phenomenon.
I feel blissful and free.
Spirit of this land What a land in which the souls of the dead roam to Hawaiki and spirits of the
ancestors are perceptible everywhere.
Magic surrounds me and I unify with the beginning of eternity.
Wind-blown water, grey rain above the river, mellow hills, the maw of hell in smoking volcanoes, a place where the heavens meet our world,
dreamy, gentle and tremendous.
Spirit of their land Yes, I admit, I am a dreamer…
for only dreamers find a way through moonlight and
experience the dawn before the world awakes.
Every plant, animal and human here reflects the smile of the world.
The beauty of this land is boundless, magical, enchanted.
Spirit of our land
How can I travel the long road back to my homeland, for I have found here my deepest happiness.
But I will carry this joy tightly locked in my heart, with a wistful glance…
Certainly I will come back someday!
Spirit of my land
Franziska Fait
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