Walter William Safar

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It is good to see You
flying there in the abundance of crimson and gold,
...

The crow flaps its dark wings up there,
hungryor death,
...

There is such a silence in the Vienna Opera
That you can hear even the quietest of Mozart's notes,
As if the city's elite has found its shepherd.
You can't hear the quietest of voices, just humble silence
...

Like a straw man,
Hunted by gusts of wind
(in order to outrun death) ,
I am returning to the valley of my childhood;
...

How many wishes and hopes pass through a man's mind?
This is what I am thinking about while looking
...

Up above, Tchaikovsky's fluting notes are dancing,
And the empty paper waits for the first verse to be born.
While the screaming wind beats against the old window,
My thoughts are endlessly straying,
...

While the crystal clear rain is pouring,
I am sitting on an old park bench,
Careless about the purity
Given to me by the skies.
...

I am going! ... I am leaving you, world!
How horrible this admission echoes
...

Against the old oak I cling my cheek
to hear a lost voice inside;
The voice of a lost friend,
the voice of my lost father and mother,
the voice of lost love.
...

If I had to lie down
Onto the black hearse instead of our love,
I would agree to die right away,
But hope is the last thing to die,
...

While you are dealing the cards, your face is stoney and noble,
You observe your victim like a sphynx.
I escape to the casino table,
Because I don't have much left,
...

I want to deceive life,
That harlot who dances in the laps of the richest,
But it no longer takes bonds,
Cheques or credit cards, all it likes is listening
...

Since you have left, my one and only,
the sun became perfectly cold.
Its golden heart,
...

14.

It is dreadful to once again fail,
to sink into the dark of hopelessness,
As if someone fired a canon into your heart,
As if you have lost your interior,
...

The straw man guards a golden field,
His eyes are empty, like its head,
A golden heart shines in his chest. Whose hand
had put this golden heart into his chest?
...

Tell me, rose,
Did you caress her face
- like the wind caresses your face -
while the dewy tear burns the face?
...

While I am writing this letter to You, my one and only,
the mute wind,
...

A whisper... soft, gentle and perfectly close
is spreading through the air in this warm April morning.
...

In the shadow of solitude now I see Your eyes,
that so faithfully carry about the light
...

In the dreamlit night I chase shadows
to their rest,
...

Walter William Safar Biography

WALTER WILLIAM SAFA He is the author of a number of a significant number of prose works and novels, including 'Leaden fog', 'Chastity on sale', 'In the falmes of passion', 'The price of life', 'Above the clouds', 'The infernal circle', 'The scream', 'The Devil’s Architect”, 'Queen Elizabeth II', as well as a book of poems.)

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Freedom

It is good to see You
flying there in the abundance of crimson and gold,
amidst the great world,
agleam with the flush of sunlight.
This is why my heart is so full now,
I am moved to tears by the thought:
'You see, You are the patron of mankind,
and the little dignity it has was Your work! '
I, the poet, the dreamy child of solitude,
Your faithful servant,
can once again cry with joy, and You can cry with me,
because there is no other ruler I would serve as faithfully as You.

Whenever I look at the stars I think of those who suffer
in faraway countries, and of the stars
those sufferers can't see,
because You are so far away from them.

My golden Freedom,
what connection is there between Your eternal youth
and man's old age,
between Your free hopes
and man's birds locked away in cages;
between Your humility
and man's arrogance?

My golden Freedom,
while Your reverberant voice still echoes
for the higher spiritual good of mankind,
that modest candle shall still shine in the dark.

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