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This, I wrote some years ago. Yes, I know it’s in German; it doesn’t make any sense. Well as GoogleTranslate shows, it does not make any sense in German either. Or does it?
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Sandmännchen says hello,
Sit back or lie down slowly. Make yourself comfortable. Relax your forehead. The little muscles between your eyebrows. Read slowly. There is time. I have only just arrived. Here. On planet Malinaru. The air is good. They have palm trees here, too. Let’s sit down with the children in the date orchard. Now listen to the song the children are singing.
There is still time for a bedtime story. The children are listening to you read.
Mr. Fox is taking his sweaters and scarfs and his pyjamas out of the dryer. Crossed beetle and crossed beak, he mutters, looking at his pyjama pants. Somebody glued shut the leg of the pants. Darned. That’s when the door to his burrow swings wide open, the bells are ringing loudly. But not as loud as Ms. Magpie. Good evening, Mr. Fox. You won’t believe what just happened to me. No, I won’t, was what Ms. Magpie did not hear. Mr. Fox looked angrily from his pyjamas to Ms. Magpie. You won’t believe it. I saw Mrs. Hedgehog and she wore the same pearls I have. Here. How can she do that, wearing my pearls? Ach, said Mr. Fox. You have yours around your neck. And they suit you very nicely, if I may say so. Oh, Mr. Fox, you are a gentleman. I am indeed, said Mr. Fox more to himself. You could not tell me who glued my pyjama leg shut, could you? Oh, it wasn’t me. I have only just walked in. Let me see. That is not glue, said Ms. Magpie, picking at the leg. It is dried soap, you put too much in the washer. Och, crossed beetle and crossed beak, said Mr. Fox – a little bit too loud for Ms. Magpie, so she said: I can put them in my laundry load tomorrow. She yawned. Mr. Fox always had to smile when a yawn came out of her beak. Thank you. Yes, it is time to go to bed. Good bye and good night, Ms. Magpie. Good night Mr. Fox. And the bells on the burrow door were ringing again.
Now, it is time. Close your eyes, or leave them open. I am spreading my sleepy sand in everybody’s eyes. You can wash it out in the morning.
Om shanti om. Om shanti om. Have a peaceful night.
Occasionally, I reblog texts from blogs I am following.
Somebody else should have been kinder.
Somebody else should have helped you
while you held your own broken pieces together.
Somebody should have been a tether.
Somebody should have told you
That you were always enough
While sitting beside you, in your dark,
And letting you know you’re worth it.
Somebody else should have known
How badly you needed their patience,
Their presence, and to borrow their hope.
They should have known – “I do it on my own”
Doesn’t mean that you do it alone.
It doesn’t mean it has to be cold
In the place where you sit and you wish
That somebody would welcome you home.
But somebody else should have warned me
How sharp your broken bits were.
Somebody else should have warned me,
You don’t care how your pain bleeds
And I’m covered in red sticky ooze,
Which you should have kept inside of you.
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