Liebe Blog-Besucher/innen,

Dear visitors of my blog,

 

herzlich willkommen in meinem Blog! Welcome to my blog!
 

Like I have told you guys, I had to undergo another upper spine-surgery on Friday 3rd of July after my stupid fall the week before. 

I knew this would be much more challenging than the 1st surgery had been ... . Both implants had to be taken out and be substituted by metal cages, plates and bone-substitutes. My vertebral body had to be restored as well.

 

I still have problems talking/singing/swallowing/breathing ... will need another check-up on this next week. It definitely sucks!

Meanwhile I work on my new album "Sounds from Somewhere" which I hope to complete before I have to go to Rehab. I am in the process of rearranging and remixing some of the key-based compositions. And there will be some new stuff, of course. Right now I am working on a "Requiem for the Element of Water" with Vocoder/Synths, (real) Kalimba/Sansula and some spoken words in Kiswahili, the latter being another of my favourite languages ... 

 

It would be great, if you guys could support my compositions and survival with a donation!

More than ever I do not know how to pay my upcoming bills, as due to Corona and my spine-surgeries I was/am not able to perform live-music, -poetry and -rituals nor give readings ... but I do have a lot of additional medical bills to deal with. Therefore I'd be grateful if you could support my album-production and survival! 

Please send your donation via Paypal.me or via the button below:

 

Thank you!

 

Photo © Ann-Uta Beißwenger, 25th of July 2020

 

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Lyrical: Wie ein gebundener Schmetterling ...

Blog-Wise >>

 

 

Wie ein

Schmetterling,

gebunden

an den Stachel

der Vergangenheit,

flatterst du

im Wind.

 

Gebunden an den Pfahl der

Erinnerung,

Mahn-Mal erbaut

zum Denk-Mal

an die Seelen-Qual,

einbetoniert in

Worte

 

der Trauer

der Empörung

des Zorns

des Grolls

 

eines ungerichteten

Wollens

flatternd im Wind,

wie ein gebundener

Schmetterling.

 

Das Leben schaut zu

für einen

kurzen Moment

und geht

zügigen Schrittes weiter.

 

 

 

© Ann-Uta Beißwenger 2016

 

 

 

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Veranstaltungshinweis:

 

JA zum Leben, Raum schaffen, alten Ballast Ent-Sorgen: Naturtherapeutische Auszeit im Habichtswald 5. – 8. Mai 2016

 

 

 

 

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