Huhu =)
Wie man vielleicht merkt, bin ich a) inflationär am Threads eröffnen und b) ist das zurückzuführen auf die Tatsache, dass ich mit meinen Schulsachen eine Woche im Rückstand bin !_! (tz, immer dieser Urlaub).
In diesem Fall geht es mir um Englisch, ein Fach, in dem ich eigentlich garnich so schlecht bin, wobei es mir aber eindeutig an Sprachsicherheit fehlt und ich oftmals Defizite im Vokabular habe - der Preis der selbstinduzierten Francophonie =/...
Ich habe hier also folgende Kurzgeschichte aus eigener Feder mal ins Englische übersetzt, einerseits, um zu sehen, was ich soweit kann, andererseits, weil ich die ganz toll für meinen Votrag verwenden kann.
Mein flehendstes Anliegen wäre nun, dass ihr euch den Text einfach mal antut und wenn möglich den Korrekturstift ansetzt =).
Here we go:
Black & White
The soft, recognizable nuances in the blackness began to spin around slowly, when I sat up carefully. Faster and faster - until they formed a white point, which finally slowly crystallized and became my familiar one.
”Once again so sad, hum?”, a voice in my head asked. “Sadness means short-living, my dear. The world is for the smiling.” I twisted my lips slightly moved and felt how my cheeks heated up a gentle, red warmth. Meanwhile the point danced playfully in front of my eyes, back and forth, without producing any sound.
”Well, what is the reason of you worrying?”, the voice researched friendly, with a superior warmth. You, I whispered. “What?!” – You. Absolute silence; -
The point had come to a halt in front of my eyes and now trembled lightly. “Me?!”, the voice asked. No answer.
”But…” the voice sank in embarrassment, which only one instant later made place for total silence. I did not hear anything except of muted pounds in my temples. - I had to say something.
It is the darkness… It would be perfect; - without you being here. – “Is it like that?!” I heard clearly the sudden indignation. Do not understand me wrong, I’m only… - “Oh, I totally understood, yet.” Again silence. The point now stood motionless between my eyes, so that I could see its pulsation for the first time … as in slow motion; up, down… up, down… blackness. My eyes began to circle around.
Please do not go away. No answer. I’m begging you! Nothing… Up to: [FONT="Palatino Linotype"]Tap tap tap.[/FONT] I turned around still sitting, setting my hands into the colorless grass in the blackness, in order to see, how two white shoes came to a halt right before me. “I will not go.”, the voice in my head assured. Well., I said and one moment later I sat again as motionless as before. Infuriated the white shoes slid around me, until they illuminated my view again. “Why must everything be perfect?”, the voice in my ear asked. “Why cannot everything remain simply unfinished?” – Because then nothing is safe anymore., I answered certainly, although I was aware of the doubtful logic of this response. “Ah…” The shoes began to dance in front of my eyes, one with another, and then they snuggled mutually.
“However, what is ‚security' to you and for what do you need it?”, the voice tried to fathom after a while. I closed my eyes for an instant. You would not understand that. – “I want to understand it, nevertheless!” The certainty surprised me, however, flew away in the following words again completely: “I want to understand you. Who are you? Why are you here? Why do you want ‘security’? What actually-” – Oh, I nevertheless said that… – “No, attempt it!” There was this certainty again; – I sadly smiled into myself for a fraction of a second. I do not know it. I did not know it actually. Who was I? What did I do there? Why did I want security? – What actually happened to me? “You do not know?” She drilled in my head. I do not know it., I repeated. Helpless silence.
A white glove sat down on my shoulder and stroked itself slowly along my neck, so that I got gooseflesh. “Then remain here with me.” – I cannot. My view became an orphan by the blackness and blurred finally, while I fought blinking against the tickling feeling between my eyelids. [FONT="Palatino Linotype"]Tap tap…[/FONT]
White knees land in my lap. I close my eyes again and swallow. I cannot… My voice has become so thin that I nearly am not able to hear myself any more.
A white mouth touches the mine and strokes tenderly over my lips. I wildly begin blinking and feel a gentle, paralysing warmth clasping me.
And during my hands still grasp to shimmering hips, my head sinks into the grass and everything around me blurs, until finally only those small grey nuances remain in the all-comprehensive blackness.
I become a part of this blackness. But for any reason I do not feel any fear, no uncertainty. I know that I am someone, I do have all certainty, which this strange world had withheld from me – however, I am not lucky…
And then the soft, recognizable nuances in the blackness begin to spin around slowly, when I sit up carefully. Faster and faster …
(Original auf Deutsch: >Schwarz/Weiß<)
Ich möchte mich schonmal im Vorraus für Hilfe bedanken =))
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