Sydney Krivenko

Manchmal, wenn die Dinge keine Bedeutung mehr haben, sehe ich die Oberflächlichkeit des Vollkommenen... Sybille (Sydney)Krivenko 2007

The breath of God (a meditation) Breathing out – and the universe expands, breathing in - and it vanishes…(from sight only) Like a black satin tablecloth laid out over an invisible dining

Sometimes, when things don’t matter anymore, I see the superficiality of perfection Sybille(Sydney) Krivenko June 2007

It feels like winter in the middle of May, as if the sun had gone away, hiding his face in shame over the world’s cruelty behind clouds of cold disgust; maybe the wind is angry,

Ein neuer kalter Dezembermorgen erhebt sich über den Bergen, sein eisiger Atem klebt am Fenster, als ich erwache in unsrem warmen Bett, erinnere ich mich... an jene ersten Nächte mit dir, vor

Another cold December morning is rising over the mountains, his icy breath glued to the window, as I wake up in our warm bed remembering… those first nights with you, many winters

Un’altro anno è passato con molti litigi, lacrime e notti insonni, ancora un frammento spezzato da questo cuore, vetro fragile non ripara, l’anima stanca è troppo indolenzita da

The wind’s icy breath is painting flowers on the windows, snowflakes sparkle on your hair, our words hover like ghosts, faceless, transparent... as we step inside the crowd searching for

Clear and cold the night, arms open wide, inviting … I step inside her heart Far away a dog is barking, the faint cough from a cow, a twig breaking beneath my feet… tiny shadows rustling

Der Himmel hernieder fällt, Wolken schwer und schwarz, beladen mit Wut and Zorn, vertreiben die hübschen Engel und Drachen aus luftiger Watte geformt, so weiß und rein wie die Kissen

Eines Tages stand er da, an meiner Straße, als wollt er mich ermahnen... ihm eine Münze zu geben, oder ein Stück Kuchen, tat mir gut... er war still, sprach nie, ein Leben vergessen von

A heartbeat, an embrace, eternal bliss, pleasure beyond the reach of the sun where the wings of the soul cannot melt… pain never ending, hell’s door ajar, no escaping the devil’s

He stood on the corner of my street one day, as if to remind me… giving him a coin or a chocolate cake made me feel good… he was silent, never spoke; a life forgotten by time, helpless

The sky is falling down, clouds heavy and black laden with anger and rage chase away the pretty Angels and dragons of cotton wool, so white and pure like the pillows that cradle children’s

Quando l\'amore se ne va, sfibrante delle bataglie, sentimento contro sentimento, stancha è l\'anima, spezzata e strappata via, poi viene l\'ombra dell\'amore l\'indifferenza entra nel vuoto

Come il cuore del mondo ch\'il cielo dipinge quando muore il sole nel un mare di colore rosso, mi ricordo tutte le guerre anagassando di sangue la terra, mille anime perse nel

Written in the wind Can you see the pictures in the sky? Angels, dogs and snails, boots, cars and potato pies… Sometimes, a face looks down on me, Changing, fleeting, travelling With the wind

Ce que j’aimais hier, aujourd’hui je ne le veux plus il y a des ombres sur ton sourire, que je n’ai pas vu l’année dernière, comme les arbres changent leur robes chaque

Kunstwerke Ein Klavier, tausend Augen folgen magischen Fingern, die auf den Tasten tanzen, graziös, streicheln, erschaffen... die Luft liebkosen... bis der schönste Ton geboren

Inside a dark night, my tired soul wandering, desperate to let go, the day’s faces are passing by, serious, demanding… suddenly, a cold wind cuts the summer heaviness, the night must flee

A piano, a thousand eyes watching… magic fingers dancing on the keys, gracefully, caressing, creating… making love to the air and the most beautiful sound is born… hands, busy,