Danu l. schulze
Author & photographer
i am A WRITER OF NOVELS, POETRY, PROSE AND STORIES. BORN IN GERMANY IN THE EARLY 70S.
FROM DANU WITH LOVE - THAT IS my SIGNATURE. TO WRITE FROM HEART TO HEART - THAT IS my PASSION.
in our deepest emotional storms we hear her scream, our inner voice. in the center of this hurricane it rests like a rock in the surf and warns us to regain our balance. we are not our feelings. we only use them to navigate through our processes until we return to our safe home port. the captain does not set sail without a navigator. but navigation alone does not bring a ship to its destination.
I invite you to go on a journey with me, to the most hidden and far-flung depths of the soul and I promise you an always safe return home.
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love letters
You enchanted me with your love.
Gentle and safe
you row through my deep waters
to the shore of my soul.
Mysterious and royal
you spoil me.
Like a precious drop
you flow through my throat.
Your words echo in my temple like a prayer.
You are a true esthete.
poetry of love
Look closely
then you see the glow
in people's hearts.
Surrounded by a band of pain
it glows to itself.
It is too weak
to shine brightly
and strong enough
to mean something to you.
The cry for love
sounds through all the air
loud enough to resound endlessly
ready to fall in multiple echoes.
The work is to be done here
in deepest human stories.
king of prussia - life in abundance
What is the name of this sea my king?" "That is the sea of vanities," replied Friedrich. Slowly and tired from the long ride, he dismounts his beloved horse and goes to the bank. "Countless of our ancestors bathed here."
“Sit down, my king, you are exhausted. We'll take a break.” Lieutenant Colonel Kurt Christoph Graf von Schwerin set up a camp in a few simple steps under the protection of a dune.
“Kurt, we're going to war soon. I want you to get the troops ready. You are in command. Silesia is ours! I will bring back what was not allowed to Father." "At your service, my King! I will always be by your side!"
The November wind was blowing rough across the stormy sea. It was as if the waves reflected Friedrich's inner turmoil. Despite the differences of opinion with his father, Friedrich stood by him when it came to Silesia.
Friedrich wanted nothing more than to finally occupy Silesia and defeat the Austrians.
Two wild geese passed by and woke those who were sleeping with their screams.
Friedrich got up and took his sword. "Come on Kurt, let's go." Kurt helped him onto his horse. “Yes, my King, we still have a long way to go. May God help us!"
king of prussia - the legacy
Clouds of fog blocked the view on this cold May morning when Friedrich and his troops arrived on the battlefield at 7 a.m. The Austrians open the battle around 8 a.m. The battalions under General Lieutenant Prince Leopold von Anhalt-Dessau come under fire from the superior Austrian infantry. Thunderous thunder from the guns fills the sky as Leopold collapses. Of the Smoke burns like fire in his eyes. He's slowly losing consciousness. "Attack!" He shouted at last, and ordered the 4th Infantry to advance.
The whistling of the bullets over Leopold's head becomes quieter and quieter. He hears his mother's voice and his brother Wilhelm's laughter as they both come home from playing.
"Leopold," the paramedic calls, shaking his shoulders vigorously. The lieutenant general doesn't move. “Leopold, do you hear me? Wake up! You only got a graze. ”The paramedic bandages his wound poorly. "Bring him into the tent!" He tells his assistants.
When Friedrich sees how Leopold's battalions are being pushed back, he lets his 12,000-strong infantry battalions advance, which he had initially held back behind hills. The Austrians succumb and blow to retreat. There were considerable losses on both sides.
When Friedrich passes the field kitchen on his way to the hospital, the smell of beet soup fills his nose and reminds him that he hadn't eaten all day. But Leopold is more important to him at the moment.
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