
There is a little house
attached to yours
where you live
close to you
where you can
fly away
when your small
and grow wings

There is a little house
attached to yours
where you live
close to you
where you can
fly away
when your small
and grow wings

Black shadows creep up
while the sun rises
it must be me
sinking deeper
but why trust a shadow

In politics we presume that everyone who knows how to get votes knows how to administer a city or a state. When we are ill… we do not ask for the handsomest physician, or the most eloquent one.

I now see
that the door only opens
from the inside

I sit here now
listening
to me
from yesterday
when I realized
the best path
is the one I walked
the day before
yesterday
I don’t know
how I arrived
here

I am just
in my world
focussed
on nothing
but what is
important
to me

Listen to the call of some
doors are not meant to be opened
try to listen unlocked
to be drawn
closer
a movement
a harmony wills
closes
your eyes
in awe

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

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