Liebe Blog-Besucher/innen,

Dear visitors of my blog,

 

herzlich willkommen in meinem Blog! Welcome to my blog!
 
Hey all,
currently the whole world is more or less struggeling within this acute crisis named corona. It's a great challenge to not loose track of one's own path. It's a great challenge to maintain some sort of balance between being aware of what happens around you and at the same time continueing to focus on what you're here for ... in this life ... within this weird web of wyrd. It's a great challenge to let this crisis infuse whatever you're doing, inspire and enrich it, in its own wyrd way.
Therefore besides everyday survival drama I am now focussing on writing my script for the fantasy-series I have started on Iceland. Want to get it into a form/structure so that I can send it to appropiate agents for Netflix/Amazon ... And there is this dystopian Sci-Fi-drama-project which so perfectly matches with what is happening right now which persistently grabs at my attention ... There are simply too many ideas buzzing in my brain and heart. Prioritization ... condensing, restructuring and working on "audience-oriented" plots is what I need to manifest now.
At the same time, music-compositions continue ... they have to ... as without composing music I definitely cannot survive all this ;))
I wish I had some #Grundeinkommen or crowd-funding-stuff running for the upcoming year which takes the pressure of shifting day-jobs from my shoulders and enables me to dedicate my heart, wits and energy wholly on manifesting the Muses' inputs  ... 
 
Please support my work ... stream my music ... on ...:
iTunes, Spotify, Apple Music, Tidal, Amazon ... 
Click here to find all the links together, including some previews ... .

 

Stay tuned and healthy!  AnU, 26th March 2020.

 

 

Lyrical: Die Stadt und die Toten ...

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Die Stadt und die Toten

 

Oh Stadt!

Glänzend deine Kuppeln

Purpurrot wirklichkeitswund

Im Aufstieg der Wüstensonne

Deine Toten

Oh Stadt!

Getragen hast du sie

Vor deine Tore

 

Ihre linnenen Tücher

Blass windumzerrt

Flattern verloren

In der Wüstenweite

Sie nehmen dich mit

Oh Stadt!

Die Toten

In den Sand des Vergessens

 

Malen werd' ich dich

Oh Stadt!

Zeitenblind

Meine Augen angefüllt

Mit deinen Toten

Ins Land der

Erinnerung

Werd' ich dich malen

 

Mit meinen Worten

Mit meinen Liedern

Gedenke ich deiner Toten

Oh Stadt!

Die du getragen

Vor deine Tore

Im Aufstieg der Wüstensonne

Purpurrot wirklichkeitswund

 

Text und Foto © Ann-Uta Beißwenger 10. April 2018 (Lyrik), 2017 (Foto)

 

 

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