40 days ...

It's 40 days since you're gone,
this morning i watched the dawn,
whispering my little prayer,
hope you like it up there,
hope someday again we'll share tea and scone.

enjoy and rest well, papa ...
please do let mama and tante S know that I miss them so

Papa...

I remember those days when,
for hours we watched those videos of swordsmen.
The days when i was the luckiest little girl,
carried on your back for a fun whirl,
you were my hero back then.

Years and miles away today,
they just said you've gone away,
the world just stood still awhile,
and agony crept like a reptile,
with memories as sweet as sundae.

why didnt we get to say goodbye, papa...

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. 

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

Heartless...

Once there was part of a soul,
placed and offered on a hearty bowl,
the one who took it for a play,
outwit all doubts in a glorious way,
now that soul would never be as whole.

Blurred ...

how i could get so blurred:
if trust is a word,
and if since the years of ancient,
words are ever so transient,
so isn't trusting like betting on a flying wild bird?

.. you'll never know what you're going to get by trusting words, that is ..

looks like my words don't make sense today
.. i so want that cold cold  cerveza again!

Take a break, have a ball ...

The rabbits have brought me to the pitfall,

heck - why don't i go to have a ball,

forgetting awhile all that's troublesome,

sunny Madrid here i come,

may your beauty be a cure-all.

.. a bit less sunny would be maravilloso!


Dear all air traffic controllers, please don't strike on sunday .. next week should be ok tho
I wouldn't like to be back too soon anyway ....