Losing immortality

the birth of the butterflies is no everyday wonder
as the crane voices is the wonder of each summer
in the beginning instead of creating words
tearing the blue
then silence merging the clouds in a magical scarf
just rest your thoughts here
on the buds of light
and look at the flying chandeliers
you'll see the colors of the wind
painted on your wings
carving the air

just be careful not to let the infinite escape
through your fingers
then all the flights would be
as simple as a crown of thorns
losing immortality

Crushed meat in the arms of fire

Now you finally see how you made me walk through those uttered words and I used to fall asleep in each and every soul you untied.Allow these tired eyes to whisper me about the shadows once more.My hands,my old rotted hands will melt then the last snow of April.
Come, fire,the master of the crust wings is ready to paths.In the midnight hour a bell tells about the end of a hunt.
Faith,please do not forget about faith ,take it in your arms as a child that barely conquered light and crush any trace of meat in earthen lamps. No need to adorn your body in gold ,we'd only take this ray to guide us from the depths to the eternity.Keep the ashes alive,I could go gather the remains of us at dusk .
I miss the truth that used to keep us together.Hide the nails too,this time no crucifixion will ever hurt me!

Sacred frame

Please do not move the pendulum
The left wall of the heart does not relieve the gravity of sin
Blind chance breaking the hour
Roots of scream penetrating the daily asphalt
Cementing soles gripping the ribs,coloring the synapses
Silence bleeding in a hilarious laugh
Achille is cutting the arteries of his time
I finally squeeze a last drop of blue
From the sky under your skin,under your fingers
When I tenderly slide from the icons
Angels moving the meridians of destiny to illuminate the sacred circle
Accomplishing the breath of substance
The bed will cover us as a womb
Rustle birds chaining at the crossroads
Voluptuous exaltations
Humility
I will write again the genesis in blood
The book of life aspires the abyss
God rises from the heart's throb
The galaxies drip in the sheets of love
Our mouths painfully break their common respiration
The sphere divides the reflection of grace
A two-headed illusion
Swallows humanity 

translated by Oliver Klauss

Original poem in romanian by Maria Elena Chindea- ''Rama de sacru'' 

Die tragische Puppe

Oliver Klauss
La poupee tragique

Die tragische Puppe

wer hat mir den Himmel geklaut
fragte sie niedergeschlagen
die Puppe ohne Lächeln
ohne Röte auf den Wangen

sie weinte so
schon lange nicht mehr
seit dem Begräbnis
ihres ersten Wortes
irgendwo jenseits
der versteinerten Augen
unter der Erde fingen
die Glocken an zu schlagen
in fremden Kadenzen
jede Träne
Erhöhung und Fluch

Traurigkeit malt sich
in weiß und schwarz
eine unterbrochene Linie
ein Elektrokardiogramm
eines Herzens in Gips

Traducere: Renate Müller

Himmelstagebuch

Gott lächelte als er den Himmel schuf.
Die großartige blaue Decke,
die das Universum zudeckt, einhüllt
in ein Märchen über die Macht des Wortes.

Der Abenduntergang schluckt das Licht
wie eine hungrige Bitte.
Scheibe aus täglichem Brot.
Auf der anderen Seite
mimt die Sonne den Maler.

Siehe, das Pastellrot
trägt der Wind durch die Venen
die nach mehr Farbe schreien,
nach viel Unendlichkeit.

Der Mond – ein Funke
versteckt sich in meine Lider.
Sterne – Kohlen verbrennen
meine Fußsohlen.
Die gemurmelten Morgen
waschen meine Augen im Tau.

Ich öffne die Arme
um eine Welle zu umarmen,
ein Wunder, die Zeit.
Ich bin die Kraft eines
kaum ausgesprochenem,
kaum geatmeten Gedankens.
.
Traducere: Renate Müller

Diary of the sky

God himself smiled when he created heavens
A mighty blue blanket
Universal coverage,enveloping all
In a story about
The power of the word

Dusk swallows light
Just like a hungry mouth
Takes the slice of ever day bread
On the other side
Sun is playing the painter

Look at the pastel light
The wind bearing it
Through the veins crying
For more color
And more infinite

The moon -a sparkle
Hiding in the shadows
Stars -coals burning my feet
Pure morning washing
My face in raw dew

I open my arms to hold
A wave, a wonder,time
I feel like the power of a
Barely spoken
Barely breathing...

1440 minutes of sadness

Sometimes we both feel like snatching the serum
From each second and
Re arrange the cells
Following a formula
Already memorized and too much
Practiced in school

Please today don't tell me about love
As it barely clings
In a trembling eyelid
Just do not confuse  my tired look
With the suture point
From the dark blue wounds

Now you sit on the soft chair of my thoughts
As if you were a bunch of flowers
Over my grave
I'm ready to burst
Myself
Or the one inside me
( picture deviantart.com
author Gadjo TNT)