
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

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

I see many lines
going around endlessly
some even pass me

And with some effort
I can come inside your walls
a pitch-dark feeling

I had a small stone
and I broke all the windows
I was in and out

When I cross a street
I do avoid the manholes
for no good reason

Nature close to home
where I work my last few days
I forgot today

Every step I do
a level changes slightly
just open the doors

The first sun warms us
the yellowed shades get lowered
and we hide outside

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