
The angel and devil
are not distant cousins
but brother and sister
they can live apart
but come from one
this is perhaps
the new message

The angel and devil
are not distant cousins
but brother and sister
they can live apart
but come from one
this is perhaps
the new message

Why not rather untruth?
Is the search for truth
not a deep look in the mirror
where your-self
submits you

Looking over my kingdom
I wait for the unknown
that I already know

On the one hand
I like all the treasures you can find
In a pile of cables and electronic parts
On the other hand
I like detangling a wired mess
and sort things out

There are goodbyes
and there are goodbyes
this was the last one
between you and me
though we never said goodbye

The river
the landscape
a quiet evening
calm water
the sun set
the night slowly

I used a filter
to color the sky
atleast
that is what I say myself

It is endlessly fascinating
to see water fall
reflect light
sliding down the metal
of this statue
depicting part of
my life

The sun has set
behind the dark horizon
but it is still light
when you look up
to wait for the stars





I pretend that all my memories
and futures
are captured
ordered at equal distances
and lined up into infinity
the neatness
keeps me calm

I see what moves me
but what drives me

I sometimes wonder
If your old measurement
scale
can still be used

At the end of the day
we have fished for all day
just enough for today
and tomorrow
we fish for tomorrow
like we did yesterday
for yesterday

I keep my anchor on board
I don’t see danger
or land I want to be