Thursday, 18 April 2019

一朵带刺的玫瑰

一朵带刺的玫瑰
A Thorn Rose

Sometimes a flamecolored, scentless rose would hold me arrested. I stood gazing at it as if I could not understand it. I went to a little seat among the roses, and sat down. I sat quite still, feeling my own existence lapse. I am no more than a rose, a rose that cannot quite come into blossom, but still remain tense and my thorn. A little fly dropped on my lap, on my aubergine dress. I watched it,  as if it had fallen on a rose. I was not myself.
Xi Lan Zhang-Wilhelm
15.06.2016


黄昏的梦幻

黄昏的梦幻
White clouds in a blue sky...
through the big glass windows....evening greets me...
I'm wearing a lang white dress with a pink rose in my lang hair....
light...plays with shades and forms.....
Flowers in a big glass vase with my feelings...
with premeditation ...
Suddenly from very far comes my favorite music.....
Rock Soft Symphonies "Drive"
those which...my heart wants to hear, my body wants to dance....
Sky, lights, my heart and body in harmoney.. 
Love in the air.....
" Eternal Flame"
Full of joy in female touch 
full of wisdom in female intuition
I see you in the music
I want  to write a story...
but...
I just write to you...
I see you in the music...
in my clothes ...I hear you...
your words that  embrace me...
Ghosts and muses...
come and go...
whistling...laughing and whispering me...
my body moves and expresses all those symbols...
you know that...
they come...
because I call them...
with my emotion and breath...
in my heart.....
fit all the said words ...
also....those you wanted to hear...
Only in this choreography, in this music...
not in other one...
I have to dance....
today...right now...
when spirits is still awake....
my loves...
and...
you ...
you are standing by the fence...
like a shadow in the garden
who I...
still have not kissed or felt on my  skin...
water molecules...
hexagons...diamonds and circles...
the evening was so beautiful and sad...
a voice whispers to me...
is too far to hear...
is too close to cry...
dawn soon...
Dawn draws back my veil..
©Xi Lan Zhang-Wilhelm
张威廉