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clara_maria_home) wrote2010-08-02 12:52 am
clara_maria_home) wrote2010-08-02 12:52 am
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short comm about NatsuNiji and random talking about a beautiful day
I'm not sure if the story is improving, but NatsuNiji is getting better with the second ep...
I think even Jun is getting better at acting and this little girl is cute (not as cute as Momoka-chan, but cute ^-^)
yesterday I've doing my first interview for my PhD-project and tomorrow morning (it's today already)...I'm working about poets of the GDR and I'm talking to some of them in personal about their interaction with a certain older Poet named Erich Arendt, how he influenced, inspired or maybe taught them.
I've went to visit her accompanying another female author (Brigitte Struzigk) who is friend of mine and friends with Elke Erb (the poet) for over 30 years. Brigitte is going to stay there for about ten days, while I left in the evening going to my hometown (which was nearer to that place than Berlin, so I used this chance to visit my best friend who I hadn't seen for more than 4 month)
Her place, some kind of summer-refuge, an old mill in a green valley besides a tiny river shaded by willows, birchs and oaks. simple interior, mainly books and wonderful aged furnitures which they gathered from farms around.
I am seriously impressed by her personality. I've never met a person like her. She like a observant kind person, appearing to be naive in her way of looking at the world, simply everything around her...immediately putting everything in poem-like verses and words. We were sitting on a big meadow, the scenery we were looking at was appearing in gently flowing waves of different green and golden fields, silver-cottonwood like elegant living pillars in between. we also walked up and down while talking, there was a small digging in which water should be flowing down from the dark hills in the back - but it didn't. And with accusingly voice she was saying it was "dubious" (unseriös - is the actuall german word she used: meaning it in between nuances of unprofessional, shady , untrustworthy and suspect...) I'm not sure if she was talking about the water which wouldn't flow, the digging which was dry, making the two little bridges dispensable or the mountain which wouldn't release the water.
A great day with two absolutely lovely, intelligent and adorable women.
maybe I'll start translating german poems into english. both woman are interpreters too, from different languages into german.
and writing myself, yes, I'm in love with poetry again.
a barn of one of those old farms
tomorrow is the next interview - I'm going to visit a Jürgen Rennert. He's living in Berlin, just a few minutes from where I live myself
I think even Jun is getting better at acting and this little girl is cute (not as cute as Momoka-chan, but cute ^-^)
yesterday I've doing my first interview for my PhD-project and tomorrow morning (it's today already)...I'm working about poets of the GDR and I'm talking to some of them in personal about their interaction with a certain older Poet named Erich Arendt, how he influenced, inspired or maybe taught them.
I've went to visit her accompanying another female author (Brigitte Struzigk) who is friend of mine and friends with Elke Erb (the poet) for over 30 years. Brigitte is going to stay there for about ten days, while I left in the evening going to my hometown (which was nearer to that place than Berlin, so I used this chance to visit my best friend who I hadn't seen for more than 4 month)
Her place, some kind of summer-refuge, an old mill in a green valley besides a tiny river shaded by willows, birchs and oaks. simple interior, mainly books and wonderful aged furnitures which they gathered from farms around.
I am seriously impressed by her personality. I've never met a person like her. She like a observant kind person, appearing to be naive in her way of looking at the world, simply everything around her...immediately putting everything in poem-like verses and words. We were sitting on a big meadow, the scenery we were looking at was appearing in gently flowing waves of different green and golden fields, silver-cottonwood like elegant living pillars in between. we also walked up and down while talking, there was a small digging in which water should be flowing down from the dark hills in the back - but it didn't. And with accusingly voice she was saying it was "dubious" (unseriös - is the actuall german word she used: meaning it in between nuances of unprofessional, shady , untrustworthy and suspect...) I'm not sure if she was talking about the water which wouldn't flow, the digging which was dry, making the two little bridges dispensable or the mountain which wouldn't release the water.
A great day with two absolutely lovely, intelligent and adorable women.
maybe I'll start translating german poems into english. both woman are interpreters too, from different languages into german.
and writing myself, yes, I'm in love with poetry again.
a barn of one of those old farms
tomorrow is the next interview - I'm going to visit a Jürgen Rennert. He's living in Berlin, just a few minutes from where I live myself