The young Earth opens up...

Acrylic, stain, stone dust, ash, rust, chalk and felt-tip pen on canvas
 80x80


 

  

   

     What is the sun shining on today?
   
  
  

   

     What's holding us back?
   
  
  

   

     I've been sitting here for ages
   
  
  

   

     The south is at their back.
   
  
 
 

  

   

     It's nice to lie down there under the vines,
   
  
  

   

     and heat envelops us.
   
  
  

   

     Then we exchange the old blood
   
  
  

   

     for new wine.
   
  
 
 

  

   

     And if we are well rested,
   
  
  

   

     Then we'll go to sleep.
   
  
  

   

     Often, a big belly is quite helpful,
   
  
  

   

     to survive the night.
   
  
 
 

  

   

     The young earth opens up,
   
  
  

   

     It cools the fresh grass.
   
  
  

   

     And then, I know, then you'll love me.
   
  
  

   

     excessively.
   
  
 
 

  

   

     How easily, my darling, one oversleeps,
   
  
  

   

     when you don't like each other that much.
   
  
  

   

     Life lasts
   
  
  

   

     hardly a summer day.
   
  
 
 

  

   

     What is the sun shining on today?
   
  
  

   

     She's really embarrassing me.
   
  
  

   

     I've been feeling this way for quite some time now.
   
  
  

   

     I can't get rid of the joy.
   
  
 
 

  

   

     We wasted so much time
   
  
  

   

     and explained so much to us.
   
  
  

   

     You are the woman,
   
  
  

   

     I am the man and vice versa.
   
  
 
 

  

   

     Perhaps the sun will soon
   
  
  

   

     already turning away from us humans.
   
  
  

   

     I could understand, she's too old,
   
  
  

   

     to waste oneself senselessly.
   
  
 
 

  

   

     But there are still hearts that understand,
   
  
  

   

     The earth still invites us.
   
  
  

   

     Soon, it's already foreseeable,
   
  
  

   

     It will only snow from now on.
   
  
 
 

  

   

     How easily, my darling, one oversleeps,
   
  
  

   

     when you don't like each other that much.
   
  
  

   

     Life lasts
   
  
  

   

     hardly a summer day
   
  
 


  Konstantin Wecker