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words  kicked me near the highway. it sounds loud. i remember longview grace hill crape myrtle bushes very tall and colorful red. i lay the stone under a beautiful tall tree. like an egg. in the nest. the headstone wasnt found. i look for fathers name three times that day. it was hot. yesterday arrived. long fly to dallas. rent a car. it jumped up under my feets. i couldnt ride it. an i try and try. i had forgot only one feet for driving. we arrived longview late in the darkness. i fall on my bed and feel bad. wet  towel on my head and wash me up. i feel better and sleep. i saw a hairy shoe tonight and very thin legs it s a climbing insect very slowly dark violett and green like maygreen. forgetten. its difficult to find words for that imaginantion, more than pictures is it, it flow away in a moment, not to catch, first i lost these picture and now i cant imagination these word. under the door a strong strike of sunlight, a shadow between. like a person that stand before and want to hear very quiet all that. i know when i open i can see what it is. i doesnt need it. i am sure there is the sealing and behind crossover the place in the heat the sun is high. i will go. i am not sad. i try to feel sadness. no black dress also. its more like a hunt. no not a hunt. i cannt remeber realy what happend with me. i want to do it wright. never i run. so i go slowly cross the street at the corner after waiting for green light. green light are hanging high over the street. i wait and then i make a few steps faster. calm down boy. there is no entry. back to the street and along until i get an open way to come in. the singing bird is sitting on the headstone. i am wondering. what a crazy life calls there to me. quit on the ground and glory sounds over it. hi, i am here i want to give all my love to you. i cant find you but the bird let me feel that it is right. you arnt longer here, you arnt here since the moment they gave you under the ground and put the hole with the same earth they take out. i love you dad i love you. its your miracel in company that i am here and so even like you. i see you when i look the bleckandwhite photos my sisters gave me. they said i do sounds like you. a moment please that cant close my wound it make it deeper. never i will tell it to you dear sisters. at yet i am start this trip trough simolar times and an other area that is parkville an piece of hartford where my sisters grown up ans i wasnt there. i had mine here in germany. i think i will do something like a collage, ore pantience, tarot, other plays to find out whats the difference and wht ist equal. i am sure much is equal. the most fotos make the fathers, because they arnt often to see. i imagination these. a sounding water spills. a jump around. listen are there call  a bird? or  falls a  piece of chalk. a cry will be never it end with silence. now the ground is covered with snow. yes my old good friend. i say  the ground  is covered with white snow and then a few  hours later  dirty dust on it. but it is good enough for an snowball battle on me. laughter in the Heathstreet when grandma throw the snowball. later we had tea in the house. it near by dedcember and we hope all the time in the snow will make us a little bit more humble to find the way under the tree. big eyes and glittering scenes up the moment it rings. we started to behold that moment for ever. to get gifts from another world, like we are gifts in your hands and our joy will   make it  believed. so we are happy also without your grace. you looked at us what we will do with all these things you gave us to accept for an wished gift. oh daddy thank you for this and a kiss for mammy. after the scene mostly tears. alone in the pillow and darkness until morning. church going. i see on the photo this christmas tree made out of silver branches. beside the good taste,  that  will be dont mention , your eyes are astonished from this glitter. my dear. i am feeling so  sad. what for an awful waiting for this green tree.  in the same room were i stand all the time and looked in this sad around. the closed door this evening outclosing me  t for another one year more and i want to get out far away from this.

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word kicked me near the highway. it sounds loud. i remember longview grace hill crape myrtle bushes very tall and coulerfull red. i lay the stone under a beautiful tall tree. like an egg. in the nest. the headstone wasnt found. i look for fahthers name three times that day. it was hot. yesterday arrived. long fly to dallas. rent a car. it jumped up under my feets. i couldnt ride it. an i try and try. i had forgot only one feet for driving. we arrived longview late in the darkness. i fall on my bed and feel bad. wet towl on my head and wash me up. i feel better and sleep. i saw a hairy shoe tonight and very thin legs it s a climbing insect very slowly dark violett and green like may. forgetten. its difficult to find words for that imaginantion, more than pictures is it, it flow away in a moment, not to catch, first i lost these picture and now i cant imagination these word. under the door a strong strike of sunlight, a shadow between. like a person that stand before and want to hear very quiet all that. i know when i open i can see what it is. i doesnt need it. i am sure there is the sealing and behind crossover the place in the heat the sun is high. i will go. i am not sad. i try to feel sadness. no black dress also. its more like a hunt. no not a hunt. i cannt remeber realy what happend with me. i want to do it wright. never i run. so i go slowly cross the street at the corner after waiting for green light. green light are hanging high over the street. i wait and then i make a few steps faster. calm down boy. there is no entry. back to the street and along until i get an open way to come in. the singing bird is sitting on the headstone. i am wondering. what a crazy life calls there to me. quit on the ground and glory sounds over it. hi, i am here i want to give all my love to you. i cant find you but the bird let me feel that it is right. you arnt longer here, you arnt here since the moment they gave you under the ground and put the hole with the same earth they take out. i love you dad i love you. its your miracel in company that i am here and so even like you. i see you when i look the bleckandwhite photos my sisters gave me. they said i do sounds like you. a moment please that cant close my wound it make it deeper. never i will tell it to you dear sisters. at yet i am start this trip trough simolar times and an other area that is parkville an piece of hartford where my sisters grown up ans i wasnt there. i had mine here in germany. i think i will do something like a collage, ore pantience, tarot, other plays to find out whats the difference and wht ist equal. i am sure much is equal. the most fotos make the fathers, because they arnt often to see. i imagination these. a sound water swapped a jump around listen callwd a bird ore groundes a chlakpiece a crie must be never it enden with silence now the graund is over with snow yes my old good friend i say it it is covered with whitw snow and then a fewe hours latere dirthy but its good annf for a round snowballl fieres on me laughter in the heathstreet when grandma shot. later we had tea in the house. it near by dedcember and we hope all the teinme in the snow make us a little bit more humbeled to find the way under the tree. big eyes and glittering scenes up the moment it rings. we started to behold that moment for ever to get gifts from another world we are in your hands and our joy let it unbelived so we are happy without your grace you looked at us what we will do with all these things you gave us to accept for an wished gift. oh daddy thank you for this and a kiss for mammy. after the scene mostly tears. alone in the pillow and darkness until morning. church going. i seeee on the photo this christmas tree made with silver brunches where is the taste dont mention your eyes are astonished from this glitter. my dear. i am feeel so  sed. what for an awful waiting for this green tree in the same room were i stand all the time and look in this sad around. the closed door this evinening closed me for one year more and i want get out far from this.     

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Broken english : translate to gebrochen deutsch

Jean Boskja Missler
Innenansichten, Fensterblicke und Wegbeschreibungen

Donnerstag, 16. August 2018
Gebrochenes Englisch
Wort trat mich in der Nähe der Autobahn. es klingt laut. ich erinnere mich an longview grace hill crape myrtle büsche sehr groß und coulerfull rot. Ich lege den Stein unter einen schönen hohen Baum. wie ein Ei. im Nest. der Grabstein wurde nicht gefunden. ich suche nach fathers name dreimal an diesem tag. es war heiß. gestern angekommen. lange fliegen nach Dallas. Autovermietungen. es sprang unter meine Füße. Ich konnte es nicht fahren. Ich versuche es und versuche es. Ich hatte nur einen Fuß für das Fahren vergessen. wir kamen spät in der Dunkelheit an. Ich falle auf mein Bett und fühle mich schlecht. nasse towl auf meinem Kopf und wasche mich. Ich fühle mich besser und schlafe. ich sah heute abend einen haarigen schuh und sehr dünne beine es ist ein kletterndes insekt sehr langsam dunkel violett und grün wie may. vergessen. Es ist schwierig, Worte für diese Vorstellung zu finden, mehr als Bilder ist es, es fließt in einem Moment weg, nicht zu fangen, zuerst habe ich dieses Bild verloren und jetzt kann ich diese Worte nicht vorstellen. unter der Tür ein starker Sonnenstrahl, ein Schatten dazwischen. wie eine Person, die davor steht und alles sehr leise hören möchte. Ich weiß, wenn ich öffne, kann ich sehen, was es ist. Ich brauche es nicht. Ich bin mir sicher, da ist die Versiegelung und hinter der Kreuzung der Platz in der Hitze die Sonne ist hoch. ich werde gehen. Ich bin nicht traurig. Ich versuche Traurigkeit zu fühlen. kein schwarzes Kleid auch. Es ist mehr wie eine Jagd. nein, nicht eine Jagd. Ich kann mir nicht wirklich erinnern, was mit mir passiert ist. ich will es richtig machen. ich renne nie. Also gehe ich langsam die Straße an der Ecke überqueren, nachdem ich auf grünes Licht gewartet habe. grünes Licht hängt hoch über der Straße. Ich warte und dann mache ich ein paar Schritte schneller. beruhige dich Junge. Es gibt keinen Eintrag. Zurück zur Straße und weiter bis ich einen offenen Weg finde. Der Singvogel sitzt auf dem Grabstein. ich frage mich. was ein verrücktes Leben dort zu mir ruft. höre auf dem Boden auf und Ruhm ertönt darüber. Hallo, ich bin hier, ich möchte dir meine ganze Liebe geben. Ich kann dich nicht finden, aber der Vogel lässt mich fühlen, dass es richtig ist. Du bist länger hier, du bist hier seit dem Moment, als sie dich unter den Boden gegeben haben und das Loch mit der gleichen Erde, die sie herausnehmen, gelegt haben. Ich liebe dich Papa ich liebe dich. Es ist dein Miracel in Gesellschaft, dass ich hier bin und dich sogar mag. Ich sehe dich, wenn ich die bleichweißen Fotos sehe, die meine Schwestern mir gegeben haben. Sie sagten, ich höre wie du. Einen Moment bitte, das kann meine Wunde nicht schließen, es wird tiefer. niemals werde ich es dir erzählen, liebe Schwestern. bei noch bin ich diese Reise durch simolar Zeiten und eine andere Gegend, die Parkville ein Stück Hartford ist, wo meine Schwestern aufgewachsen und ich war nicht dort. Ich hatte meins hier in Deutschland. Ich denke, ich werde so etwas wie eine Collage, oder Posence, Tarot, andere Spiele zu tun, um herauszufinden, was der Unterschied und was ist gleich. Ich bin mir sicher, dass vieles gleich ist. Die meisten Fotos machen die Väter, weil sie oft zu sehen sind. Ich stelle mir diese vor

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Broken english

word kicked me near the highway. it sounds loud. i remember longview grace hill crape myrtle bushes very tall and coulerfull red. i lay the stone under a beautiful tall tree. like an egg. in the nest. the headstone wasnt found. i look for fahthers name three times that day. it was hot. yesterday arrived. long fly to dallas. rent a car. it jumped up under my feets. i couldnt ride it. an i try and try. i had forgot only one feet for driving. we arrived longview late in the darkness. i fall on my bed and feel bad. wet towl on my head and wash me up. i feel better and sleep. i saw a hairy shoe tonight and very thin legs it s a climbing insect very slowly dark violett and green like may. forgetten. its difficult to find words for that imaginantion, more than pictures is it, it flow away in a moment, not to catch, first i lost these picture and now i cant imagination these word. under the door a strong strike of sunlight, a shadow between. like a person that stand before and want to hear very quiet all that. i know when i open i can see what it is. i doesnt need it. i am sure there is the sealing and behind crossover the place in the heat the sun is high. i will go. i am not sad. i try to feel sadness. no black dress also. its more like a hunt. no not a hunt. i cannt remeber realy what happend with me. i want to do it wright. never i run. so i go slowly cross the street at the corner after waiting for green light. green light are hanging high over the street. i wait and then i make a few steps faster. calm down boy. there is no entry. back to the street and along until i get an open way to come in. the singing bird is sitting on the headstone. i am wondering. what a crazy life calls there to me. quit on the ground and glory sounds over it. hi, i am here i want to give all my love to you. i cant find you but the bird let me feel that it is right. you arnt longer here, you arnt here since the moment they gave you under the ground and put the hole with the same earth they take out. i love you dad i love you. its your miracel in company that i am here and so even like you. i see you when i look the bleckandwhite photos my sisters gave me. they said i do sounds like you. a moment please that cant close my wound it make it deeper. never i will tell it to you dear sisters. at yet i am start this trip trough simolar times and an other area that is parkville an piece of hartford where my sisters grown up ans i wasnt there. i had mine here in germany. i think i will do something like a collage, ore pantience, tarot, other plays to find out whats the difference and wht ist equal. i am sure much is equal. the most fotos make the fathers, because they arnt often to see. i imagination these.    

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was will er. ein frisches laken. so soll es doch sein. in all dem durcheinander. ein frischgemachtes bett. es war an dem ort an den es mich verschlagen hatte die gelegenheit die ich auch gleich wahrnahm es ging nicht darumnicht um dieses alberene gerede es haette mir nichts besseres passieren koennen wer weiss den sowas da war ein haus dessen besityer abgereist war und statt es yu vermieten hatte er angeordnet es solle dem gehoeren der im juli, und wenn den nicht juli so auch noch im august von irgendwoher eintraf und dem es auffiele das es leerstaende. mir war es gleich aufgefalllen denn es war noch vor dem dorf gelegen und da ich niemanden antraf hatte ich mich dort schon einquartitert freilich nur fuer diese nacht denn eigentlich gedachte ich weiteryureisen. aber so kam es nicht. das wetter war gerade schoen und im wilden garten bluehten die rosen und duftenten, das ich garnicht anders konnte als yu bleiben.

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word kicked me near the highway. it sounds loud. i remember longview grace hill crape myrtle bushes very tall and coulerfull red. i lay the stone under a beautiful tall tree. like an egg. in the nest. the headstone wasnt found. i look for fahthers name three times that day. it was hot. yesterday arrived. long fly to dallas. rent a car. it jumped up under my feets. i couldnt ride it. an i try and try. i had forgot only one feet for driving. we arrived longview late in the darkness. i fall on my bed and feel bad. wet towl on my head and wash me up. i feel better and sleep. i saw a hairy shoe tonight and very thin legs it s a climbing insect very slowly dark violett and green like may. forgetten. its difficult to find words for that imaginantion, more than pictures is it, it flow away in a moment, not to catch, first i lost these picture and now i cant imagination these word. under the door a strong strike of sunlight, a shadow between. like a person that stand before and want to hear very quiet all that. i know when i open i can see what it is. i doesnt need it. i am sure there is the sealing and behind crossover the place in the heat the sun is high. i will go. i am not sad. i try to feel sadness. no black dress also. its more like a hunt. no not a hunt. i cannt remeber realy what happend with me. i want to do it wright. never i run. so i go slowly cross the street at the corner after waiting for green light. green light are hanging high over the street. i wait and then i make a few steps faster. calm down boy. there is no entry. back to the street and along until i get an open way to come in. the singing bird is sitting on the headstone.  

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