Softly expressive and supremely cheerful
music and bright melodies are clinging,
just as if gracefully crazy birds were singing,
makes me dancing delightfully, rejoicing and swinging.
The wide and infinitely large ballroom in its elegance
is decorated with the most miraculous flowers,
my castle is surrounded by a majestic, mystical forest
with an illustrious pavilion and sublime marble arches.
It is the golden compass to the heavenly realms,
I’d love to take a swim in the moon-reflecting pool
with clear, azure blue water, I dip the lace hem
of my dress into – in this marvellous, immortal winter night.
Afterwards my curious feet are completely filled
with the Empress-Rhythm of “The Viennese Waltz”,
I’m gently romantic, confident, vividly charismatic
and definitely willing to kill it on the dancefloor,
while dancing carelessly, but profound in my ambition,
to become the finest poem of a captivating princess,
in my pinkest Miss Piggy ball gown, the jolliest vision.
Every day my best female friend proclaimed
to me enthusiastically: “Most beautiful of the beautiful!”,
it was better than “Mirror, mirror on the wall …”,
actually, I was gorgeously flattered by it all, although
I couldn’t believe in all her compliments, instinctively
I was searching for more timeless values,
without depending on any superlatives.
Visibly amused I’m having an aperitif and an odeuvre,
playing with fire and the flaming Christmas lights,
I get poisoned with Love Potion Nr. 9 and drunk of it,
all of a sudden, I feel poised to fall in love
with a white and serenely dreamy dove!!
I wake up in the imposing library in the castle
of “The Beauty and the Beast”, reading my own fairy tale,
without having done any cleaning or having taken any showers,
I smell of wannabe rain and freshness,
abruptly my delicate Cinderella feet metamorphose
into big, thick and restless stomper.
I’m kissing my prince and he transforms into a frog,
in the “Jive” I’m running for my grace and for my life,
upsy-daisy, my palace is that lightened up with nobility,
so it starts dazzling and blinding me – “Cha Cha Cha” –
every time I’m frapping around like a frantic chicken,
because of being obsessed with the tricky and irrational plan
that everything has to look, be and smell aesthetically exquisite,
my nose is permanently suffering from relentless
and awfully funny toilet-phantom smells –
uh-oh, yes, I know, I unintentionally punished myself,
needing this for myself to come down
from my self-established throne.
Losing direction, I’m rotating to a fluffy raspberry sponge roll
which smiles at me and looks quite tempting from the buffet,
colouring my strawberry pink dress in a raspberry red one,
one shimmering crystal chandelier, hanging from the ceiling,
is crashing down on me and my rose bouquet,
what makes me lose my temper and yell like a sea witch.
But I’m still dancing as a beneficent fairy
with paradise curves and an updo with pearls,
until now my life was an unstoppably dramatic “Rumba Zumba”,
throughout in, I haven’t even started to wonder.
I look at people with judging, arrogant faces,
who are raising all their glasses, to make a toast,
giving me “The Golden Raspberry Award” for my performance,
pop the champagne corks, just to make me even more nervous!!
Without a thought in my head, I stop dancing and begin to laugh
endlessly happy while bathing in the champagne bathtub,
flooding it with my chubby figure, my dreams absolutely came true.
Feting my risky and hilarious attitude, loving my ineptitude
of being a drunk, furious, sweating and stinking,
but never embarrassing comedian princess, who is smeared with food
in my perfectly human Cinderella palace
of the magical “Oops” and “Whoops”.
Letting my thick bristles on the chin grow
and full of inner glowing
I lose my transparent glass shoes on the shining stairs,
just to get a “Whoo”-feeling – to receive a marriage proposal …
To become the princess of somebody’s heart,
not reaching for someone,
but THE someone, my personal lovingly froggy prince,
a human being with lots of good characteristics and habits.
Not worrying or complaining about anything,
just enjoying this freeing, bewitching breathe of a moment.
Guess what – I could work my opposites out merrily,
I was able to make peace between them,
sunny coexistence and reconciliation happened.
During a discreet rain and writing ride
of soul blossoms and eye sparks …