Monday, September 26, 2011

Das Leben in Butter...

Friede, Freude, Eierkuchen,
so lecker kann Butter alles machen.
Alles wieder in Butter,
man wird dann frisch und munter,
als würde alles ihm nichts ausmachen.

Schön, dass DEIN Leben wieder in Butter ist. 

Sunday, September 4, 2011

Today I can write no limerick ...

Today i can write no limerick,
as im running out of gimmick,
watching the rain,
and the empty lane,
standing weary and heartsick.


I love you like a river which understands 
that it must learn to flow differently 
over waterfalls and to rest in the shallows.

Not the love of a man for a woman, 
not the love of a father for a child, 
not the love of God for his creatures.
But a love with no name and no explanation.
Like a river that cannot explain 
why it follows a particular course, 
but simply flows onwards.

A love that asks for nothing 
and gives nothing in return; 
it is simply there. 

I will never be yours and you will never be mine; 
nevertheless, I can honestly say: I love you.

(Aleph - Paulo Coelho)

.. for what it's worth: i forgive you ..
it is harder to forgive myself