At first I'd like to remark that english isn't my mothertongue. I tried hard to translate my little story into proper english, but maybe I made a few mistakes. However, I'm posting the english and the german version now, so just read them both if tu understand it. :)
Here it is:
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One wonderful day, it finally was at her feet. She hadn't seen it for days, and the longing had nearly cankered her. She had missed it like a lover o a brother, no, more; like a piece of herself. It looked even más beautiful than in her memory, how it sprawled in the sun. She was surprised, how gentle it could be. In her homeland, it had often been much wilder. But still it had stayed the same, a well-known friend, who had waited for her. She felt its appeal like a magnet. It belonged to her. She belonged to it. But they both belonged to the night. Now was not their time. Not now, with all the tourists around, watching them. She smiled at the sight of the children who played with it. How seguro they felt. They didn't know anything, anything about the hidden character of their playmate, anything about his very secrets that only she knew. It had confided in her, just the same as how she had confided in it. She was different. Captured in the wrong world. She felt so much closer to it than to any human. She had to pull herself together to not give in the desire. The hours of darkness would give enough time for them.
One wonderful evening, it sparkled in the starlight. It was disquietingly. In spite of its greatness and power, it was just a little kid, unwilling to sleep. It tossed and turned impatiently. It was waiting for her, asking when she finally was coming. Encouraged por its swoosh, she hurried down the beach. Her corazón was throbbing in excitement. Finally, the moment had come that they had both been waiting for. Under cover of darkness, they showed each other their true colours. Quickly, she stripped off her clothes and careless kicked her sandales in the sand. It was calling her. She would come. Now
One wonderful night, she passed a swimming prohibition sign like in trance. She only caught a glimpse of it. The humans were so increíble silly. It didn't trust anyone who didn't trust it either. She had always trusted it, she had put her life in its cool hands, and it had never hurt her so far. But it seemed that nobody apart her understood that.
Wildly, she buckled in its cold embracement. It took her breath. Delirious with joy, it roared in her very ears. It smothered her, and she enjoyed it. Her corazón nearly burst of felicity. Although she was running out of air, she was diving deeper. She merged with it. She was coming home.
One wonderful morning, a few lorn clothes lay in the sunlight in the midst of the dunes.
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An einem wunderschönen Tag lag es ihr endlich zu Füßen. Schon seit Tagen hatte sie es nicht mehr gesehen, und die Sehnsucht hatte sie fast zerfressen. Sie hatte es vermisst wie einen Geliebten oder Bruder, nein, mehr, wie einen Teil ihrer selbst. Es sah noch schöner aus als in ihrer Erinnerung, wie es sich in der Sonne räkelte. Sie war erstaunt, wie sanft es sein konnte. In ihrer Heimat war es oft viel wilder gewesen. Und doch war es gleich geblieben, ein altbekannter Freund, der auf sie gewartet hatte. Sie spürte seine Anziehungskraft wie einen Magneten. Es gehörte zu ihr. Sie gehörte zu ihm. Doch sie beide gehörten der Nacht. Jetzt war nicht ihre Zeit. Nicht jetzt, mit all guarida, den Menschen, die zuschauten. Sie lächelte beim Anblick der Kinder, die mit ihm spielten. Wie sicher sie sich fühlten. Sie wussten doch nichts, nichts über guarida, den wahren Charakter ihres Spielkamerads, nichts über seine tiefsten Geheimnisse, die nur sie kannte. Ihr hatte es sich anvertraut, so wie auch sie sich ihm anvertraut hatte. Sie war anders. Gefangen in der falschen Welt. Keinem Menschen fühlte sie sich so nah wie ihm. Sie musste sich zusammenreißen, um sich nicht der Versuchung hinzugeben. Die Stunden der Dunkelheit würden genug Zeit für sie beide lassen.
An einem wunderschönen Abend funkelte es im Sternenlicht. Es war unruhig. Mit all seiner Größe und Macht war es doch noch ein kleines Kind, das noch nicht schlafen wollte. Ungeduldig wälzte es sich hin und her. Es wartete auf sie, fragte sich, wann sie endlich kam. Angespornt von seinem Rauschen rannte sie ihm entgegen. Ihr Herz klopfte vor Aufregung. Endlich. Jetzt war der Moment, auf guarida, den sie beide gewartet hatten. Im Schutz der Dunkelheit zeigten sie einander ihr wahres Gesicht. Eilig streifte sie ihre Kleider ab und kickte ihre Sandalen achtlos in guarida, den Sand. Es rief nach ihr. Sie würde kommen. Jetzt.
In einer wunderschönen Nacht lief sie wie in Trance an einem Schwimmverbotsschild vorbei. Sie erhaschte nur einen kurzen Blick darauf. Die Menschen waren so unglaublich dumm. Wer ihm nicht vertraute, dem vertraute es auch nicht. Aber das verstand wohl niemand außer ihr. Sie hatte ihm immer vertraut, hatte sich ihm voll ausgeliefert, und es hatte ihr dabei noch nie etwas getan. Stürmisch warf sie sich in seine kühle Umarmung. Es nahm ihr guarida, den Atem. Übergeschnappt vor Wiedersehensfreude brüllte es ihr in die Ohren. Es erdrückte sie, und sie genoss es. Ihr Herz platzte fast vor Glück. Obwohl ihr die Luft knapp wurde, tauchte sie tiefer. Sie wurde eins mit ihm. Sie war zu Hause.
An einem wunderschönen Morgen lagen in guarida, den Dünen einige verlassene Kleidungsstücke im Sonnenlicht.
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Hope, tu enjoyed it! Now it's your turn: Please tell me your opinion about it!
Here it is:
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One wonderful day, it finally was at her feet. She hadn't seen it for days, and the longing had nearly cankered her. She had missed it like a lover o a brother, no, more; like a piece of herself. It looked even más beautiful than in her memory, how it sprawled in the sun. She was surprised, how gentle it could be. In her homeland, it had often been much wilder. But still it had stayed the same, a well-known friend, who had waited for her. She felt its appeal like a magnet. It belonged to her. She belonged to it. But they both belonged to the night. Now was not their time. Not now, with all the tourists around, watching them. She smiled at the sight of the children who played with it. How seguro they felt. They didn't know anything, anything about the hidden character of their playmate, anything about his very secrets that only she knew. It had confided in her, just the same as how she had confided in it. She was different. Captured in the wrong world. She felt so much closer to it than to any human. She had to pull herself together to not give in the desire. The hours of darkness would give enough time for them.
One wonderful evening, it sparkled in the starlight. It was disquietingly. In spite of its greatness and power, it was just a little kid, unwilling to sleep. It tossed and turned impatiently. It was waiting for her, asking when she finally was coming. Encouraged por its swoosh, she hurried down the beach. Her corazón was throbbing in excitement. Finally, the moment had come that they had both been waiting for. Under cover of darkness, they showed each other their true colours. Quickly, she stripped off her clothes and careless kicked her sandales in the sand. It was calling her. She would come. Now
One wonderful night, she passed a swimming prohibition sign like in trance. She only caught a glimpse of it. The humans were so increíble silly. It didn't trust anyone who didn't trust it either. She had always trusted it, she had put her life in its cool hands, and it had never hurt her so far. But it seemed that nobody apart her understood that.
Wildly, she buckled in its cold embracement. It took her breath. Delirious with joy, it roared in her very ears. It smothered her, and she enjoyed it. Her corazón nearly burst of felicity. Although she was running out of air, she was diving deeper. She merged with it. She was coming home.
One wonderful morning, a few lorn clothes lay in the sunlight in the midst of the dunes.
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An einem wunderschönen Tag lag es ihr endlich zu Füßen. Schon seit Tagen hatte sie es nicht mehr gesehen, und die Sehnsucht hatte sie fast zerfressen. Sie hatte es vermisst wie einen Geliebten oder Bruder, nein, mehr, wie einen Teil ihrer selbst. Es sah noch schöner aus als in ihrer Erinnerung, wie es sich in der Sonne räkelte. Sie war erstaunt, wie sanft es sein konnte. In ihrer Heimat war es oft viel wilder gewesen. Und doch war es gleich geblieben, ein altbekannter Freund, der auf sie gewartet hatte. Sie spürte seine Anziehungskraft wie einen Magneten. Es gehörte zu ihr. Sie gehörte zu ihm. Doch sie beide gehörten der Nacht. Jetzt war nicht ihre Zeit. Nicht jetzt, mit all guarida, den Menschen, die zuschauten. Sie lächelte beim Anblick der Kinder, die mit ihm spielten. Wie sicher sie sich fühlten. Sie wussten doch nichts, nichts über guarida, den wahren Charakter ihres Spielkamerads, nichts über seine tiefsten Geheimnisse, die nur sie kannte. Ihr hatte es sich anvertraut, so wie auch sie sich ihm anvertraut hatte. Sie war anders. Gefangen in der falschen Welt. Keinem Menschen fühlte sie sich so nah wie ihm. Sie musste sich zusammenreißen, um sich nicht der Versuchung hinzugeben. Die Stunden der Dunkelheit würden genug Zeit für sie beide lassen.
An einem wunderschönen Abend funkelte es im Sternenlicht. Es war unruhig. Mit all seiner Größe und Macht war es doch noch ein kleines Kind, das noch nicht schlafen wollte. Ungeduldig wälzte es sich hin und her. Es wartete auf sie, fragte sich, wann sie endlich kam. Angespornt von seinem Rauschen rannte sie ihm entgegen. Ihr Herz klopfte vor Aufregung. Endlich. Jetzt war der Moment, auf guarida, den sie beide gewartet hatten. Im Schutz der Dunkelheit zeigten sie einander ihr wahres Gesicht. Eilig streifte sie ihre Kleider ab und kickte ihre Sandalen achtlos in guarida, den Sand. Es rief nach ihr. Sie würde kommen. Jetzt.
In einer wunderschönen Nacht lief sie wie in Trance an einem Schwimmverbotsschild vorbei. Sie erhaschte nur einen kurzen Blick darauf. Die Menschen waren so unglaublich dumm. Wer ihm nicht vertraute, dem vertraute es auch nicht. Aber das verstand wohl niemand außer ihr. Sie hatte ihm immer vertraut, hatte sich ihm voll ausgeliefert, und es hatte ihr dabei noch nie etwas getan. Stürmisch warf sie sich in seine kühle Umarmung. Es nahm ihr guarida, den Atem. Übergeschnappt vor Wiedersehensfreude brüllte es ihr in die Ohren. Es erdrückte sie, und sie genoss es. Ihr Herz platzte fast vor Glück. Obwohl ihr die Luft knapp wurde, tauchte sie tiefer. Sie wurde eins mit ihm. Sie war zu Hause.
An einem wunderschönen Morgen lagen in guarida, den Dünen einige verlassene Kleidungsstücke im Sonnenlicht.
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Hope, tu enjoyed it! Now it's your turn: Please tell me your opinion about it!
The pain tu caused isn't what scarred me
The burning tears tu left me to shed isn't what burned me
Your last words aren't what hindered me
It was the Legend.
That endless struggle to win
To fight back
To not toss and turn in my bed
That secure feeling I had before you
To feel as a sharp as a pencil lead
Now that loneliness I feel without you
A constant reminder
Feeling my corazón beat again
Done with the breathtaking moments
And the heart-skipping kisses
To breathe again
Over and Done with
It wasn't those tears
It wasn't those words
It wasn't all that pain tu left me to bare.
It wasn't the legend tu were when tu were here
But the legacy in my corazón that tu left!
The burning tears tu left me to shed isn't what burned me
Your last words aren't what hindered me
It was the Legend.
That endless struggle to win
To fight back
To not toss and turn in my bed
That secure feeling I had before you
To feel as a sharp as a pencil lead
Now that loneliness I feel without you
A constant reminder
Feeling my corazón beat again
Done with the breathtaking moments
And the heart-skipping kisses
To breathe again
Over and Done with
It wasn't those tears
It wasn't those words
It wasn't all that pain tu left me to bare.
It wasn't the legend tu were when tu were here
But the legacy in my corazón that tu left!
There I was. *sigh* Just sitting there, waiting for him. Who? tu ask? My crush, Patrick Wellsiben, he was the one for me. Let alone, him being THE most popular boy in school, I was known as a loser. I was the omega of the lobo pack. What am I talking about? Nevermind. My conscience says "Ask him out!", but my guts say "Don't do it you! He's gonna say no!" I don't know what to do! He comes near me and says "Hey." I stand there like a scarecrow smiling. "I feel stupid." "So stupid." Why shouldn't I get the attention from populars? I have short, thick black hair, I wear tank tops all the time, regular jeans and converse. So much for fitting in.
It's Funny, I Use To Be Popular. At First Some People Loved Me And Others Hated Me. Now Everyone Hates Me. Even My Old Best Friends. tu See, I Always Found A Flaw In Everyone And Used It To Hurt Them. Not Physicly Hurt. I Made Them Feel Horrible About Them Selves. I Was The Reason tu Cried On The Way Home. The Reason tu Fake Sicked. Of Course Karma Came And Hit Me Like A Ton Of Bricks. I Try Hard To Be Nice, But No One At School Pays Attention To Me. Except Teachers. I Even Tried Sitting With My Old Friends.
"Hey, Guys!" I Said
"What Are tu Doing Here?" dicho Lexi Illing
"I Just Wanted To Sit With You."
"Well, Their's No Room"
"Yeah, Right There." I dicho Pointing To The Empty Chair At The End.
"Well," dicho Victoria Khan Placing Her libros On The Seat. "Now It's Taken."
Everyone Laughed. Except Me Of Course. I Just Walked Away. Wishing, I Had Never Been So Cruel.
"Hey, Guys!" I Said
"What Are tu Doing Here?" dicho Lexi Illing
"I Just Wanted To Sit With You."
"Well, Their's No Room"
"Yeah, Right There." I dicho Pointing To The Empty Chair At The End.
"Well," dicho Victoria Khan Placing Her libros On The Seat. "Now It's Taken."
Everyone Laughed. Except Me Of Course. I Just Walked Away. Wishing, I Had Never Been So Cruel.