tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580837395596191701.post7632907534004744870..comments2023-05-22T10:19:49.475+02:00Comments on urbangarten: PoleoNelken Rothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16568250332790088052noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580837395596191701.post-45396370606693054572009-11-05T18:19:02.931+01:002009-11-05T18:19:02.931+01:00Words don´t come easy sometimes...but they are not...Words don´t come easy sometimes...but they are not necessary when the other is able to listen to the silence, even the silence in the kept words...<br />"Enredaderas"... nice plants when you get used to them...They need less attention when you have a gardener able to give you a gift in the days out of anniversaries, I mean, days of memories to lean on then... whatever the days they are...whatever the moments...<br />Spread your mind as you used to do in your lovely writings and stay on your heart...When this one is rich is able to go along with your mind...<br />Happy days...Nel, happy travel...<br /><br />HansAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580837395596191701.post-72247434349839545282009-11-04T23:53:37.287+01:002009-11-04T23:53:37.287+01:00Liebe Hans,
So good to read from you, to know you...Liebe Hans,<br /><br />So good to read from you, to know you a bit, just thanks to a fallen written note.<br /><br />I saw you the other day at the Müller Café, I didn´t find the words to tell you something, i wanted but I couldn´t find the way. I stared at your beautiful hands Hans. I suppose you play the piano wonderfully...<br /><br />Hope you will play for me once, drinking a nice poleo in the meantime and meanwhile. Waiting.<br /><br />Luckily, you were more brave than me.<br />Enredaderas me enredan en ratos eternos que no me llevan a ningún lugar. I see Miosotis (Forget me not, the blue flowers from The Alps) everywhere...<br /><br />Yours,<br /><br />Nelken RotNelken Rothttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16568250332790088052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580837395596191701.post-73955063968732777022009-11-04T11:23:16.317+01:002009-11-04T11:23:16.317+01:00"Retiro la bolsita de poleo urbano..." y..."Retiro la bolsita de poleo urbano..." y vuelvo a los origenes. A mi pensamiento, más allá de las calles. I am a woman who is not able to go further without my luggage of words and silences. Por eso dejo el corazón girado en mis recuerdos de plantas y flores. Colocadas en las paredes de mis sueños.<br /><br />(De una nota escrita por Nelken Rot en un papel dejado al azar en una mesa olvidada del Café Muller, con la taza vacía, con la loza ya fría)<br /><br />HansAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580837395596191701.post-42791539376695660222009-11-04T09:05:46.678+01:002009-11-04T09:05:46.678+01:00Me encanta el poleo, pero hasta ahora no conocía a...Me encanta el poleo, pero hasta ahora no conocía a nadie que le hubiera dedicado un poema ;)Gracia Iglesiashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18233387263296477422noreply@blogger.com