
Even a plain white brick wall
can be interesting
a source of contemplation
and an inspiration
there are no rules
besides the one we make ourselves

Even a plain white brick wall
can be interesting
a source of contemplation
and an inspiration
there are no rules
besides the one we make ourselves

I don't stand in your way
but please
let me look

You portray me so dark
is what she said to me
I replied
that it was just the light

We all make it
wile we just
want to lay down
rest
and eat

There was a man sitting on a bench in Athens
2400 years ago
thinking about politics
fruitlessly
we can still see his statue
but not as a reminder

I can see
from where you left it hanging
if you sit right
or left on the bench
watching

I have many seats where I live
but not many for outsiders
I like to change position
every now and then

The thought
tentakels that explain
are also keeping you
away

Today’s windows did not open
for fresh air
but the look through them
opened me

I am stuck
to a 3-meter-thick wall
trying to look inside
because the silence
lures me

All of you behind those
impressive black walls
receive
impressions of the world
and at the end what is left

If you are looking
down
the reflection of a window
can be all
you need to remember
outside

From darkness
light calls
out of curiosity
maybe
to know
the unknown
or the opposite

I always hope that some memories last forever
especially when you give them away

The walls that protect us
are all different
but why
they all serve the same function

Almost empty streets
where people only meet
on their way home