Mainzer Synagoge ...

 

Once in the year of thirty eight,
a religious place was brought to zero state,
there where the stones were turned into sands,
a fantastic work of architecture now stands,
with hope for peace to reign and no more hate.

 

 

 

 

Arts from the magical world ...

So there were people who,
were born different from me and you,

others thought they were pretty swirled,
but the arts they made were out of this world,
that even Wolfie got blown away too.

 

from the exhibition "Weltenwandler" - the art of the outsider ...

Schirn Kunsthalle

Someday Venice ...

My friend Jenny used to say,
being alone in the most romantic city is a "no way",
and that a gondola ride should be for two,
strolling  through the city should be too,
unless you love to snuggle lamppost along the way.

Today I would say,
send me to Venice alone any day,
I'd be happy to stroll through the city,
even only to hold hands with Wolfie,
and gondola for six is cheaper to pay.

... i think gondola ride is overrated anyway ...
but someday in Venice... you'll see me and Wolfie!

Life and flexibility ...

Life wants you to learn to be smart,
and master some certain kinds of art,
like the art of flexibility,
to deal with instability,
as people can have a change of heart.


'Blessed are the hearts that can bend, they shall never be broken.'
- Albert Camus -

Those karaoke nights ...

 

Sometimes I feel
Like I am drunk behind the wheel
The wheel of possibility
However it may roll
.......... 

So once there were us four,
together there was never bore,
friday nights were our times to feast,
we sang and laughed till the day ceased,
thought those times would live for evermore.

But life has its own ways,
with more flavours than there were in parfaits,
I think of you all today and those nights,
that ended up with karaoke highlights,
when this song was played and we did hoorays.

A,N & R .. how i miss you all and  our karaoke nights...
Promise I won't choose lame songs if we would do it again

The Chicken's Phobia...

Standing at a crossroad,

lost in thoughts and try to forebode:

would I trust my senses?

would I embrace the consequences?

could I walk till the end unbowed?

... just dont go to Colonel Sanders, you poor Chicken ...

October the monster ...

So here comes October again,
and it's one thing i can't explain,
how it's making me nervous,
reminiscence of times so grievous,
and the gloom that tends to reign.

why can't we just skip October and hop to December after summer?