It’s a good thing to get your heart broken. It’s even better if you got lost in a one way street where you’ve never been meant to be in the first place. No? In the course of a long life our hearts break more than once. Be it some talent we lack for a thing […]
Can you go into the desert and come back unchanged? What will you find even if you’re not looking for anything? What kind of experience will it be? The wind coming from the desert mountains and racing across the open fields is more a storm than anything else. It blows you sideways, carries so much
The desert is calling. In fact, it’s calling me since many years, since in childhood days I heard some tales of my great-grandmother, that strong and secretive woman who refused to unveil her past. I remember one day seeing a picture of her and thinking, with a sharp intake of breath, „this is how I
In Berlin more people live alone than in relationships or families. It seems the German capital is also the capital of the German singles. And I can’t help but wonder if they are all lonely. Or are they so busy they don’t feel the loneliness that might spread slowly through their souls? Maybe I am
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Twenty one grams of soul Red dripping icebergs Drifting Through the empty streets of my life Lingering memories Are silently starring passengers In the vessel Sailing across the fields of my heart The sounds of the quiet A colorful cloak Knitted To insulate me from my feelings Loose golden chains Shattered across Binding My world
With half of my life behind me, or even a bit more, I may be old or old-fashioned or just too old to understand. To me it seems some things got lost, things I remember to have been natural. While relationships have never been easy, I wonder haven’t we been more outspoken? In Berlin it’s
What is it that makes us like someone or not? Fall in love? Get along? I often hear people say it takes time, the time to get to know each other as well as common interests. Sounds reasonable. But then… Last night I dreamed of Kate. In my dream I came back to her Upper
Better be safe than sorry – that’s the best headline I can give to my latest trip. In fact, more a motto. Though this was never intended the trip brought me to some of my limits. And while I certainly don’t need that kind of experience again I’m grateful I had it as it told
„Don’t say what you don’t mean“, my mother told me, „and always be honest.“ The one time I lied to her was when a girl from school had asked me to come over before class, and I was fairly sure my mother would not allow it. I was seven years old and told my mother
A place for desire, an object of longing, a thing that symbolizes what you wish for – don’t we all have that? Some keep it a secret while some of us may talk about it so much that others tire of it. But somewhere deep in our hearts I’m sure it lives within each of
You are either wolf or sheep. Did anyone ever tell you that? Did it make you wonder which side you’re on? Were you unable to decide, not finding yourself in those categories? What does it mean anyway? That we are either predator or prey? As if there’s only good and evil, black and white? I,
So entangled And bound Under water Not drowned Cut to pieces And frayed So dissolved In the haze Broken mirrored Colored shards Lost the heart Swimming with sharks Bites of love Acid tears Wear your name In my scars Broken soul Floats in sand Grab my future With bare hands You are gold In my