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A Bridge in darkness
A train passes by
It is haunted by witches and
memories
Until it leaves the rails
inside our heads
Houses of dogs under the
earth
Which are inhabited by
swedish ghosts
They turn themselves upside
down
Reaching for the grass and
the wind
to enjoy life with them
The snowcovered park
With those huge, melting
trees
And the leaves
How sweet the lay down on
sad faces
There is grass where there
ist earth
There is earth where there
is earth
And where are you?
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She and myself
Sitting on this Bridge
Below us - black water
She talked and I was
concentraded
On what she had to tell
Until a wind reached my face
and blew me away
Since that day
I haven't been seen her
again
My Name is
Moacy Valencise.
The name is Indian and it
means "feelings". I am born
in Sweden
(Stockholm). My mother is
from sweden and my father is
from Brasil
(He gave me my name).
I have been living in
Germany all my life and
right now I am working
there in a kind of school
for childreen at the age of
9 until 12.
All my poems are written in
german, so this is acutally
my first try
to translate a poem.
My first poem I wrote when I
was 9. I was reading a
magazin about the
death and I was very
impressed about the fact,
that everyone is dying
soon or later and it seemed
a kind of romantic to mee,
so my first
poem was about the death.
The translated one is
acutally also a kind
of dark but usually I do not
write poems like these ones
- I am a very
happy person and also my
poems are. At least they
also should be free.
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Moacy Valencise