Maria Barbara Korynt

Finished opera

with dirt road
with centre of the meadow
where I am collecting
armfuls of flowers

I am going

humming loud
in the rhythm,
'march of the Turkish'.
in a minute,
'sword dance'

and a play is beginning,
because I am hoarse, now
and in the way,
for me an aria failed,

when into the 'cage'

I am opening the door
in the door
the 'gypsy baron'
is standing
and he is asking me,

and I then so
I am humming
as the small

female cat

it from satisfaction.
because we now,
we want together to sing

but differently

today I will be
and he.... beautiful

this opera,
it will be possible to mark,
that it the end, already
once and for all.
for it...the end.

Submitted: Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Edited: Thursday, October 29, 2009

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