With Google announcing their Rich Results Test tool was out of beta also came their decision to deprecate their famous Structured Data Testing Tool(SDTT for short) in July 2020. This was followed by discussions in the SEO community, as the SDTT offered more insights into structured data than their shiny new tool. If you’re interested in a bit of history, read up on that here:
Turns out: Google listened to us! In a nutshell:
You are like water, he says.
When someone tries to hold on
to you, however tightly they try,
you trickle through their fingers.
We are two leaves, I say.
Dancing with each other
on the surface of a stream.
he sways his head.
You are right. And wrong.
I am the leaf.
And I am the stream.
He nods, biting his lips,
hands clenched, head down,
closing the door.
You didn’t get it.
I am not leaving.
I am everywhere.
But water is
what your love is.
I want to be ~
~ the graffiti tattooed into your eyelids
~ the moan that became your tinnitus
~ the name that became your moan
Surrender to ~
~ the one you unashamedly expose your most clandestine dreams to
~ the realm where you can be priest, kitten, or whore
~ the earthquake shaking your knees until you plunge into me
May you find riots and rest in ~
~ the one delicately plucking your shell apart like rose petals
~ the tsunami washing your heart’s intestines ashore
~ the reason you fall and rise so hard you forget all your troubles (and your name)
For this empire holds ~
~ the reason you lose your past and shame
~ the opiate lullaby in your veins finally granting you sleep
~ your Quing.
Senin gözün nadir; siyah bir inci.
Sonsuz kara sevdanın kopkoyu renkleri pırıldar.
İçinde taşır denizin tuzlu nemini.
Kah okşar dalgalar gözünün penceresini,
kah deler geçer, güçlü dalgalar.
Eine seltene schwarze Perle ist dein Auge.
Dunkel schimmert seiner unendlichen Melancholie Farbe.
Im Innern trägt es das salzige Nass des Meeres.
Mal rühren Wellen sanft an sein Fenster,
mal bricht ein Sturm heraus.
A rare black pearl is your eye.
Darkly glowing with its endless melancholy’s colour.
Cradling the sea’s salty waters inside.
Its window sometimes caressed by the waves,
sometimes burst by a storm.
Whispered bird songs hidden
in the bushes’ naked branches
ships humming their deep bass
into the river (or is it my heart)
people walking their ugly dogs
blokes having one of their rare
nice weather runs in overpriced gear
supposedly woke e-bike douches
and the wind telling tales of You
as the trees dance along.
You know what.
I told you I’m not saying this often.
I’m not going to.
But I need to right now.
Because just right now,
while I was focusing on a task at work
that feeling struck me again like a bolt of lightning.
You got peanut butter on your forehead.
Also: I love you.