כותבת ומוחקת נושמת עמוק , מנסה להשק

כותבת ומוחקת נושמת עמוק , מנסה להשקיט את הרעש .
הרבה שינויים דחוסים אל שנים עשר חודשים, אך אולי לידתה של הספירה החלה מזמן..
היכן מוצאים השינויים מקום להשתחל לתוכו ?
כיצד מתרגלים הם בקלות אל נשימה חדשה ומתמזגים הלאה,
מתנגנים אל מלודיה קצבית רעננה ,
משהו בי כמהה להאט את הקצב.
אני מרגישה אותם נושמים בי,
מתהלכים בתוך ראשי ,
צובעים את שערות ראשי,
מעגלים את גופי,
משנים את הלך מחשבתי בכל משפט שנאמר,
בכל מחשבה.
בכל משמעות שהוחנקה בסרעפת נימי לבי ,
מוצאת אותם מתערטלים בכל תינוק שחלף על פניי וריח טוהר חייו עוד מנשב בי.
מוצפת במחשבות ההווה, מחניקה דמעות של אושר מהולות בריח געגוע.
בין נשימה לנשימה מתכנסת אל עולם עשיר של רצונות ופחדים שהוסתרו בצבעוניות נעורים מסנוורת.,
כך בשקט חרישי כשהיום משיל את צבעיו ועורם אותם אל ערימת ימים חרוטים, מתקלפת בי שכבת הגנה נוספת.

Resultater (engelsk) 1:

Writes and deletes take a deep breath, trying to quiet the noise.
Many changes compressed into twelve months, but perhaps the birth of Christ began long ago ..
where to find a place to squeeze into it changes?
How practitioners are easy to blend new breath away,
Sung to the rhythmic melody fresh, something in me yearns
slow down.
I feel them breathing me walk around in my head

coloring my hair, my body circuits

changing the thought went every sentence is written,
every thought.
Any meaningful suppressed capillary diaphragm heart,
find them Mtartlim every baby has passed on my face and smell the purity of his life even blowing me.
Overwhelmed with thoughts of the present, stifling tears of joy mixed with the smell of longing.
Between breaths converges to the rich world of hidden desires and fears Maiden dazzling colors.,
So softly softly when the day is shedding its colors and stacking them into a pile of days cones, peeling me another layer of protection.

Resultater (engelsk) 2:

Writing and erasing breathing deeply, trying to quiet the noise
much compressed changes to twelve months, but perhaps the birth of Christ began a long time ago.
Where to find changes anywhere can squeeze into it-
how practitioners are breathing new and easily merge on,
Don't play a rhythmic melody,
something in me long to slow down.
I feel them breathing, walking around in my head
,
painting, hair

my body circuits, change the course of thought in every sentence, every thought

All this means that a capillary diaphragm, hohnka
תערטלים all find them a baby who had me smell his purity and another sit-down with
swamped with ideas present, choking tears of joy mixed with the smell of longing.
Between each breath converge to a world of desires and fears that are hidden in dazzling colored youth,
quietly silently when sheds its colors and stacks them into a cone, peeling me back protective layer.

Resultater (engelsk) 3:

Writes and erases breathes deep, tries to quieten the noise.
Many dense changes to are twelfth months, but maybe birth of the count began Mzmn. where find the changes of place to squeeze through into him?
How get used to they easily to is a new breath and mingle onward,
Play to from her Lods is rhythmic Raanana, והשמ
in me truffle to slow Hktsb. ani feel them breathe in me, םיכלהתמ
inside main, םיעבוצ
hairs is main, םילגעמ
my body, םינשמ
you went conceptual in each sentence that was said, לכב
thought.
In each significance that was smothered in the diaphragm is vascular my heart, תאצומ
them strip in each baby that passed on my aspects and aroma of purity his life more blows Bi. motspt in the thoughts of the present, from strangling of tears of happiness are diluted latch of yearning.
Between breath to the breath convenes to is a rich world of desires and fears that were concealed in the colorfulness of youthfulness Msnwrt., ךכ
quietly silent when the day sheds his colors and will be raised them to a pile of engraved days peels in me you lied down additional defense.