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Crown of Thorns

Crown of Thorns
A trace of thorns you are on my body, I am an eternal traveller, never stopping. You are the bitter predicament of my comfort, Traces of sensual pleasures - The mist of a veil is my constant reminder. You wound the stubble of my heartly thorns, I stand alone on the dusty conflagration Gazing towards an endless void, I am bridled with the burning pain of the thorns... My gaze tirelessly roves, Prickly are the thorns, With malediction entwined... I am drowning in a sweaty torrent, I am plunging into thorny depths, bloody and overworked from the struggle, I yield myself to the decision of fate.

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Miserere - God have mercy on me

 
Night after night,
the hassock in my room,
the only safe haven
against the bale anguish of times
reminding me of happiness gone by...
Worn from kneeling,
furrowed from wepping and sighing,
the purple velvet still carries traces
of time impressed with the Lord´s prayers...
Above, a crucifix in the wrath of God
reminds me of my insignificance...
My feeble and quiverving hands
are joined together,
convulsively around a rosary,
Hopelessly rising towards Thee
begging your -
Miserere, Domine!

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SPRING

Spring
Spring is being born in the early morning... The glades are awakening into gentle green, The dawn songs of bashful blackbirds Are echoing through the woods... I am listening to the warbling of blackbirds, The harmonic singing of black choirs Lead by an invisible conductor. The chattering of the blackbirds' chorus Is getting ever louder And now uttering their songs are others too. A heavenly melody of birds' choirs has emerged Which - off the slopes of a forest glade - Echoes in the pleasant Symphony of a blissful morning.
TRANSLATION FROM SINTI /GYPSY
Milaiy
Milaiy biyanelpe teharinasa ko dive, ushtel hem pravelpe dive sar baiyrola kham, ashunelpes khurlo zorale e chyiriklenghero o ladjutno, kaiy ashunelpe lenghoro khurlo khem khi vosh... Ashunaw chirklenghero ghyliavybe, kydimo djal khalenghero khurlo, khay legarolen lenghoro bashaldo khurlo. Marinduy o muy ykhalen ghylialia, sar synfonia kana si khydimi, mai but zurali, mai but pho zurali. Chiriklenghri gylii khay ashunelpes lenghoro khurlo. Sar edevleskheri ghilii, sar ashunes maj baro baro synfonia, chirklenghoro ashunelpe sar devleskheri ghilii, synfonia kydimi e Devlestar.

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God Almighty

God Almighty
Oh God, before Thee on my knees I fall in hopelessness of my soul! The chain's ring is squeezing and suffocating me, The mark of a wound from sombre fetters Restrain the freedom of my soul... Dreadfully dark is this night... Gloriously in the tabernacle you dwell, Commanding troops of angels for ever and ever, Send me help, Give me an elixir, So I can walk loyally on the path That leads me to paradise in heaven. Full of thorns and vain hopes are the paths, That today are the failings of mankind, Gazing onto your almightiness, I shall break the fetters of my soul And banish the darkness and fear into infinity...

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Fatherland

Fatherland
I have no home, no fatherland, I am a soldier with no weapons, No worldly goods can tie me down, My paths lead me into distances grey. Trenches are my bed, The starry skies of the universe Will cover me when nights are cold. I shall write invisible letters On clouds of cigarette smoke And remember times full of grace When groves were awakening in spring; Only memories remain there, The tranquility of souls will not decay. Bitter thoughts have built barriers, Fields will bleed in spasms - A safe haven for a hero of the fatherland.

Copyright © Dr. Rinaldo DiRicchardi-Muzga | Year Posted 2012