Unsterbliche Liebe

Kreatives Schreiben in Deutsch: Rollenbiographie und innerer Monolog:

Ich heiße Alicia und komme aus Frankreich. Ich bin 1780 in Paris geboren und jetzt 26 Jahre alt. Ich bin Malerin von Beruf und mein Mann ist Soldat in der Armee von Napoleon. Er ist an diesem Tag in Ägypten (seit 2 Jahren). Wir haben eine große Villa in der Nähe von Versailles. Ich bin seit 2 Jahren allein in der Villa, weil mein Mann in Ägypten ist. Ich habe in Ruhe viele Bilder gemalt. Ich möchte in der nächsten Woche eine Ausstellung machen. Ich habe meinem Mann schon von meiner Ausstellung geschrieben. Ich hoffe, dass er in die Ausstellung kommt.

Oh...Albert, wo bist du? In welchem Land lebst du jetzt? Ich sitze hier in der Ecke und denke an dich. Du bist meine Inspiration und Liebe. Du bist alles, was ich habe. Du bist die einzige Person auf dieser Welt, die ich lieben möchte. Komm schon her. Die Villa ist still und dunkel ohne dich. Ich will nicht mehr leben. Komm schon her!

Hmm..ich weiß nicht, wie meine Ausstellung ohne dich laufen wird. Ich habe ein besonderes Bild gemalt und es ist nur für dich. Wenn du nicht in die Ausstellung kommst, hänge ich das Bild dort nicht auf.
Ich höre einen schönen Walzer von dem Schloss her. Wo bist du? Ich möchte Walzer mit dir tanzen. Errinnerst du dich? Zum ersten Mal haben wir uns auf einem Ball getroffen. Dort haben wir endlos getanzt. Die Zeit war fröhlich. Aber, jetzt, jetzt weine ich immer und ich bin traurig.

Immer wenn der erste Strahl der Sonne in meine Augen fällt...Wenn ich der erste Klang von der Tür kommt...Wenn der erste WInd weht...denke ich an dich...meine Unsterbliche Liebe...

My Fair Lady

She was standing alone at a distance, waving her slender hands. I was not sure if she was waving me a sweet hello or a bitter goodbye. My heart sunk every time her eyes twinkled, but I was quite afar, aloof and unwavering, not quite sure how to react. At a first glance, though I could not recognise who she was. But those beautiful eyes- dark and sharp- stuck my pumping heart and well, yes my brain too- to enlightened of her identity.

Behind her Sun was setting; her silhouette became diminished in size as she moved away. I stood there agape without knowing what to do. For time stops not nor it takes pauses and I thought it had now stopped specially for me. But then it did not. It was a little later that I realised the truth about time and concepts of relativity and that how fool of me it was not to respond to her. I have lost my chance to accost and embrace her and to lose in her ageless beauty. It was too late.
I had met her a year before and it was one of those circumstances or shall I say an ecumenical situations that every mortal would be accosted with even if one desires not to. Meeting her was not really a point that I want to emphasise, but my days spent with her. I can still remember first time we danced when the spring arrived, birds chirped and everything was bright and shiny and vivid. Not a speck of melancholy was around. I held her hands or if she did held them at first? My memory is quite blurred to accurately account for this precise information. That was an event of my life time, romance was on the air. Her sweet smell was lingering around. Flowers were blooming with gaiety as she walked across the fields, lemon grasses waving their heads as if in an agreement with the estimate of her beauty. Life seemed so effortless and meaningful and worth lived for. The days and nights rolled over golden sun lights and blue moon lights.

Summer came, only to accelerate longings for my beloved. Destiny seemed to have made collusion with me to bond her with me forever. Hot summer nights, cool winds blowing over the mountains, shiny starts twinkling on the horizon- all seemed to tell a tale, a tale of our lives. She closed my eyes as we stood on the top of a mountain, she gently opened my eyes. Behold! There she was with vibrant colours, every combination that a painter would aspire to paint and capture. That was autumn and nature was dressed in most colourful attire ever, preened to finest details. She then opened my eyes to this wonder. She stood beside me with her gentle smile with an assurance of our eternal relationship.

As we ambled through those lonely paths, dry leaves wafting their way towards the ground, trees deprived of their plush green leaves. Obviously the presage had not struck my mind, at least not until my great enlightenment at the end. As we walked further, her hands seemed to loosen the grip amidst the white snows trickling down- now seemed competing with dry foliages to cover the way ahead of us.

When I woke up yesterday morning, the Sun never showed up at the horizon, so was she, birds no longer chirped, whole of Earth was dressed in angelic white. Am I so soon in Heaven? I was obviously wrong! In the evening, when Sun's golden rays reflected enigmatically on my trickling tears, she stood waving her hands at a distance. We would never meet again, we would never indulge in the sweet whispers. I could not stop her, she was leaving me, and I presume, forever.
Good Bye Two Thousand Seven.

PS: What can be a more fitting Musical tribute to the year than The Four Seasons (Le quattro stagioni in original Italian)- the violin concertos by Antonio Vivaldi? (La primavera(Spring), L'estate (Summer), L'autunno (Autumn) and L'inverno (Winter), more information and samples at : http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Four_Seasons_(Vivaldi)