Day 2560, impatient.

I tried to color my sunset
but I was too late
so I have to wait 
another day
I pray

Day 2554, hello.

Daily picture

Dat 2237, listen.

Day's pictures, Poetry

I can choose to just don’t listen to you

just to my own thoughts

I don’t listen to you

and follow the music

Day 2234, marbles.

Day's pictures, Poetry

Afraid of the dark

we embark in imaginary

boundaries

Observations: there are countless political, religious and cultural views. Most people have their own distinctive views on these matters. Most people have more believe than doubt in their own views resulting in these countless different opinions or certainties.

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Day 2226, air.

Day's pictures, Poetry

Compressed air

is what our mind does with time

~

we all know what it is to feel the hurry

the tension between now and nowhere

we feel it escape

too fast

~

maybe that’s the point

~

do you dare to just let it all go

and see what no time feels like

Day 2220, lesson number 4.

Day's pictures, Poetry

If you color over

over your world

the tools you use

will take this color

Day 2218, lesson number 2.

Day's pictures, Poetry

When in a dark room

be patient

your eyes and you will adjust

and you see the outline of a door

appear as a possible exit

Day 2217, lesson number 1.

Day's pictures, My thoughts, Poetry

In a darkened place

a door to is hard to find

Day 2215, history today.

Day's pictures

Friedrich Nietzsche

Human all too human II

Mixed opinion and maxims

382 The final lesson of history. -“Ah, if only I had lived at that time!” -these are the words of foolish and frivolous human beings. We will instead, with regard to every bit of history that we have seriously considered, though it may be the most highly praised land of the past, cry out in the end: “anything rather than back there again! The spirit of that age would press down upon you with the weight of a hundred atmospheres, you would not enjoy what is good and beautiful about it, and you would not be able to digest what is bad.” -It is certain that the world to come will judge our age in the same way: it must have been unbearable, life in it has become unlivable. -And yet everyone puts up with his own age?-Yes, and precisely because the spirit of his age not only lies upon him, but is also within him. The spirit of the age offers its own resistance to itself and bears itself up.