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© Zamir Acer, 2019

ISBN 978-5-0050-9513-8

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The waterfalls of Meiringen

 
Great love come exactly with the such way
being discovered and unfolded abruptly
like this marvelous countryside
and narrow long valley
where from both sides —
from forests slopes
rushing down, one by one,
these Meiringen’s waterfalls —
in such abundance of beauty, marvels and attraction.
When wanderers meet
equally mesmerizing credit and kindness
and great sympathy
from utterly unknown environment and its people
so hospitable and welcoming.
Of course, dear Erica and Franziska,
in such extraordinarily circumstances
they doomed fall in love forever and instantly
even not knowing and seeing each other distinctly,
even if they living in quite different worlds, cultures and traditions —
this valley creates such wonder and miracle,
where from both sides
have rushed down in deep precinct
the amazing waterfalls of Meiringen.
I also fall in love with you, your town, garden and flowers
so marvelous and unexpectedly
in this country of beauty heiligen.
 

The country of blossoming positiveness

 
The Swiss are so obsessed with art and beauty and a warm attitude to everything around them
that even their streets resembling
the paintings of Picasso
from early bright period,
or the works of colorful and light Cézanne.
They, seems to me, simply do not know to live differently,
hardwired strongly – implicitly and explicitly-
to perform, replicate and master
such kind of behavior —
as a result, the whole country
turns into a masterpiece picture,
or an endless beauty museum,
or, if someone likes it better,
for a sanatorium, resort,
where you can heal your shaky nerves a little
and where absolutely everything
will calm you down and bring you to normal condition.
Alas, that so many other countries and nation
simply do not get into this deep secret of all Swiss achievements,
turning own keen attentions only to banks, plants, watches, chemistries
and other economical and business infrastructure.
 

To unknown lady from Meiringen

 
Of course, Europeans
have known much more
about our world  and Universe.
They much more respected
not only children, minorities, women rights and rights of disables
and predisposed morally and  lawable
to do  all these  marvelous things and obliges
but also – look for the beautiful garden of this dear frau —
how she can respect lovely and tenderly
not only completely odd and unknown visitors and guests
from far East,
but every flower, tree
and even just green grass
growing up between cracks of concrete.
I was be happy to  live a week in this neat Meiringen cottage,
now I look like ghost
which lost his paradise
and even sense growing jealousy
to the ant and grasshopper
which crawling and sprung in that garden
and to nice chamomiles and red poppies
which blossoming in this nice spot,
so carefully watering and keep
by lovely hands and soul and heart
of quite unknown for me
dear Franziska Steiner —
I have simple not found any words
for express my gratitude
for such credence, respect and hospitality.
I just thought
Europe and Switzerland
informed much better and confident
about deepest secrets of our heart, soul and world,
which helping all these delicate wonders
in our soul and outside realm to unfold.
 

The heavenly order beginning from your garden

 
Everything taken own place
in the garden and cottage
of dear Franziska from Meiringen
that maintained by two painters
in order to be even more neat and finer. From various flowers chamomiles, red poppies, roses
planted along the passes
and green  walls of sweet gooseberries, blackberries
and red tomatoes growing on big square pots outside
under shadows of fruit trees – apples, pears
to colorful  books about Shagal, Kaindinsky, Malevich
and great number other books
about secrets of art, education, beauty, gardening, about housing, family life and love
on her library upstairs and downstairs
and oil pictures packed in pile on shelves in basements
and those that hanging on walls of rooms, passages, stairs, and great number others handmade toys, sculptures, models from wood, wool, stone, shell, hard paper
which have been tossed everywhere
in accurate order – on flour, sofa, tables, window-pan
as finished ideas  and ready for exposure
and many things that waiting for realisation
in this marvelous habitat and lab of constant creation. This is wonderful and fantastic for me!
When absolutely everything  here and there
in the small universe and outside
nested in nicely growing order
which  tending to be
more and more perfect, honed and blissful, so in the end my modest book
about my love and adornment
of Switzerland and Meiringen
will be quite compatible to such environment
blessed, merciful and heiligen.
 

I miss you and my reality

 
I miss you, dear friend, so painfully and hopelessly, practically nothing know about your real life
except your capabilities
to get fully and profoundly
to all nature, precepts and precursors
which could produced
such illness, attraction and attachment to you. I thinking about you
day by night
but cannot make
a smallest step
toward right direction, toward you and your vicinity, my dear. It’s so hard
day by night
kept my thoughts, my imagination, fantasies
tightly attached to you
and yet stayed so far from you
so secluded and abandoned
by the hopelessness, as if I have been
the old-fashioned stone monument
of soviet leaders, forlorn somewhere and ruined
into some backyard or garret. Yes, love made me get out
from this our world
and from the other too
which might to come after our physical ending – it seems to open the door
into quite new third world
where getting inhabited
my strange love
under the quite different sets of laws, defining time, space, our presentences, our senses of what is close and far
and other parameters. I miss you, dear friend, so painfully and hopelessly, practically know nothing about your real life, submerging deeply
into area of total desolation and uncertainty.