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An older work, done about 8 months ago or so, one of my first "Celtic" experiences. The poem is written by Fabian, a former classmate.

Scripture is free-style, done in Scriptol, blue ink, green watercolour and golden acrylic colour. I am not so happy with this, but I like how the versals came out.

Translation (by me, I hope you understand, but the peom is really hard to translate, for he used German phrases which correct translation I do not know):

"When I first saw the light of the world
I was full of fear, which I smothered.
What am I there for, what do I want to do here?
I get to know you, what do you give to me?

Do you give to me ignorance, envy and pain?
Love, luck or only existance?
I do not know, I do not understand you.
Furthermore, do you have a second face,
which nobody understands,
which nobodywould guess,
not even me,
but if I did it?

Nobody could believe this, i know, who you are!
but that's why everything for me is so gloomy.
Be interested in me, I'll hold you tight,
leave me alone, finish me.

Love is for me only a torture,
I'll better leave this vallay alone.
Being pushed into life itsself,
The small as well as the big ones
ask themselves sometimes and at some places,
How do I say it, which word scould I chose?"

Description
An older work, done about 8 months ago or so, one of my first "Celtic" experiences. The poem is written by Fabian, a former classmate.

Scripture is free-style, done in Scriptol, blue ink, green watercolour and golden acrylic colour. I am not so happy with this, but I like how the versals came out.

Translation (by me, I hope you understand, but the peom is really hard to translate, for he used German phrases which correct translation I do not know):

"When I first saw the light of the world
I was full of fear, which I smothered.
What am I there for, what do I want to do here?
I get to know you, what do you give to me?

Do you give to me ignorance, envy and pain?
Love, luck or only existance?
I do not know, I do not understand you.
Furthermore, do you have a second face,
which nobody understands,
which nobodywould guess,
not even me,
but if I did it?

Nobody could believe this, i know, who you are!
but that's why everything for me is so gloomy.
Be interested in me, I'll hold you tight,
leave me alone, finish me.

Love is for me only a torture,
I'll better leave this vallay alone.
Being pushed into life itsself,
The small as well as the big ones
ask themselves sometimes and at some places,
How do I say it, which word scould I chose?"