Important meeting

Sweaty bodies rubbing on each other

moaning and groaning in physical despair

biting and licking like animals

getting wetter and wetter

forgetting their duties

the mortgage and a demanding wife

the boring husband and ill-mannered children

their worries buried 

deep inside their minds

 minds that can’t be rational anymore

the voice inside is too low

they don’t hear the warnings

the moral speech

the reason

they only feel wet and horny

and keep on rubbing and sweating

until they get what they want

and the sheets drown in liquid.

Then they shower their guilt away

they rub the smell off their skin

put on their clothes

and go home.

Unbearable noise

Unbearable noise of

machines rotating, 

hammering and drilling.

People shouting and digging 

holes in the ground and 

running around with helmets

holding plans to make more noise

in different rhythms 

getting louder and louder and

cutting trees, ripping everything open 

making a huge dust cloud covering everyone and everything in a surreal attempt to build and develop and reemerge from the dust looking at a beautiful building full of glass reflecting the sky, 

when the dust and the noise have gone. 

Streets

This mysterious place 

full of mischief and risks

where shadows follow you 

threatening your life

and fuzzy noises sing you the song of danger.

Where cockroaches party and 

street dogs prowl around tearing plastic bags

full of rotten food.

Pile of shards glitter in the dark 

telling the story of uncontrolled violence

of robbery

and kidnapping

and rape

saddening the  full moon

 who's looking down

and wondering when 

our streets became so evil.

Lack

Lack of evil = good? 

Smart and sick

And there he was, 

locked in his sick body, 

suffocating in pain and misery. 

Saying that 

love is more afraid of change 

than destruction 

and that he, who has a why to live,

 can bear almost anything. 

Smart, sick man. 

In

Intense

in tense

tense

in tense see

Intensity

In tense see ty

Intense

When a woman

...and when a woman is lonely

she is so much lonelier than a man.

K. Tucholsky

Search

Hold on!

I've lost it. It was here. 

A few seconds ago. I saw it. 

It was right here!

It's gone. I really need it.

Help me finding it, please.

It must be here, somewhere.

What am I gonna do without my destination?

Bug

Unbearable itchy eyes 

I want to scratch them out!

I can't stop sneezing.

My ears shut down

I can't hear you.

My throat contracts and 

my lungs feel like wet sponges

soaked in old air 

that's suffocating me.

I can't breathe this air anymore.

It's killing me.

I am allergic.

I'd like to run

but only my nose is running.

I can't breath

I can't move

I'm like a bug upside down

wondering

how long I'll last.

Just

But, I’m just asking?!

She will

Soon, she'll see.

Maybe she won't understand,

but she'll learn.

It'll be painful.

She'll wonder why

things have to be like that

and she'll hopefully grow old

and find out

that's just what it is. 

Life. 

Let me

It's fire!

It burns you!

I want to touch it.

But you might die!

So what? I want to feel it.

It's dangerous!

Get out of my way!

I need to see it. I need to be in it.

I don't care if I'll burn. If I die.

I want it.

If I die, it was my choice.

My body.

My life.

Let me burn.

I won't scream.

Pass

Besides the wrinkles

the back aches and freckles 

the silver strand of hair 

brings you wisdom.

The certainty that everything actually passes

may it be good or bad

it's just a moment 

like a blink of an eye

and no matter how bad it hurts

or how happy it makes you feel

it's just a moment

and it'll pass.

Gift

Gift in English 

means present.

Gift in German 

means poison.

Do good things hurt?

Got to

You've got to burn

to learn

that fire hurts.

You've got to drown

to feel

that water kills.

You've got to break

to see

that you were standing straight.

Who are you?

I was sitting at a little round table on the outside part of the restaurant having Pasta during my 30 minutes lunch break. Carlo, the chef from Rome, had made Pasta Puttanesca for me. The ingredients are just per-fect!! Champignons, tomatoes, bacon strips, chicken cubes, napoli sauce, cream sauce, Parmesan cheese, black pepper, olive oil...I mean, it is the most delicious sauce EVER and somehow Carlos hands were magic, because I try to cook the same thing at home and it just doesn’t taste the same. My legs were heavy from my work as a counter-hand. I really enjoyed my job there, but in the end of a long day working and 4 hours course at night I fell into my bed half-unconscious. It was a slow day and few customers were inside the restaurant. I looked at my watch: 11:10. I still had 20 minutes break! Slowly strolling close crookedly a man sat down at the table next to me, carrying a heavy plastic bag. He smiled at me, his face the colour of wet, fertile earth. His eyes seemed to come from another planet, looking at me with a mix of wisdom, resignation and grief. 

Good day.

Good day.

Who are you?

I’m Karen.

He smiled. 

That’s not what I asked. 

Silence.

Just another stone in the way

And once again

she picked herself up

and shook the dirt from her dress

took a deep breath

and went on.

The Apple

And there he is

white and black

sweet and sour

and calmly furious,

so beautifully ugly,

like the poisoned fruit

delicously dangerous

promising disappointment

and all you can think of

is getting it

and eating it

and dying for it.

Eventually

Like a bloody fly

ensnared and bushed inside a house

flying in circles desperately

trying to find the way out

bumping

and bumping again

on the window

losing strength

and hope

and dying

eventually.

Unexpected

The soldier laid down his arms. 

Sick of fighting for no reason.

He hadn't started this war. 

He didn't know who did.

Why would he die for it?
And suddenly
unexpectedly
there was peace.

Black Swan

Dancing as if there were no gravity

flying, twirling

beautifully and elegant

smooth and gentle tiny steps

moving through time and space

free like an inspiring little bird.

Dancing as if there were no tomorrow

as if time stood still

listening to the pace of the music.

This delicate gracile dancer

dies the black swan

stepping on a land mine

that'll blast her away any second

and drown her in blood

and screams

and pieces of her own flesh

and time will stand still

and nobody will move

and no life will exist

and the land mines are there

where her tiny pretty foot

is stepping

now.

Easy Math

If I try to do everything right

and everything gets wrong

maybe

if I try to do things wrong

they'll get right?

Another day

Share your bed with melancholy

and shower with nostalgia.

Then have breakfast with sadness

and tea with regret.

Watch a movie with loneliness

and zap between hope and despair

and then go to sleep with yourself

and be prepared for another day.

Sneezing

Writing is like sneezing, 

you can’t help it 

and sometimes your hands get dirty

and people look at you.

War

And where there was peace

they started war

and wondered why

it hurt.

The middle

Never ever

always

you and me

certainty

cruelty

fatality

mortality

despair

deep or high

dark and light

hard or soft

never ever

always

you or me

forever

hatred and love

life and death

where’s the middle?

Toy

See this child?

Breaking it’s toys?

Throwing them against the wall?

Ripping pieces off?

Not caring?

That’s the same child

who’s gonna cry

because the toys are broken.

They’re gonna glue it

and sew it with stitches

and try to fix it.

And when it plays again,

it’ll fall apart.

Forget

For Give.

How much,

how often

can you give?

Forgive?

Forgive and

never forget

forever?

Ever? 

Never?

Forget.

Forgive.

Start

Things that started wrong 

never get right, 

right?

Ever

Never say never ever 

never ever never 

never ever again.

Refreshing

You see it coming on the horizon

it grows stronger and stronger

it becomes powerful white

and prepared to hit you in full

you stand firm and breathe

waiting for the impact

pretty and fresh and uncontrolled

it overruns you

and once again you learn

you’re nothing.

And when you stand up again

and open your eyes

and put your feet on the ground

it'll be just time 

to see it coming on the horizon.

Ticking Cruelty

It’s either too early

or too late.

It’s just never time.

Which way

Right or left? 

What if I go straight ahead? Where nobody has walked before? 

Well, then you're stupid. If there is no path, it means you should better not walk there. 

But, what if I found a new path? 

You won't. You'll break your neck and die alone. 

But, what if I find a beautiful lake walking this way? 

You’ll drown and nobody will ever see you again...

But, what if...

What if you shut up and follow a save path?

Happily Ever After

And then they lived unhappilly ever after

until he died

and she cried

and regretted

and also died

and the others cried

and regretted

and everyone listened to the fairytale

living unhappily ever after

until they died

and nobody cried.

Farewell

You’re not my life.

You’re more. 

I am less.

We’re not enough together.

I am more,

you’re less.

We're not together.

Useless trial.

Farewell.

Fair? Well?

Well, no.

Go. 

Piece

Where wide water whispers with the wind

and flattering birds fly free

grasping the clouds, 

bringing them down to the horizon,

you sink in silent sand,

warming your feet.

When timeless time passes by in slow motion

and your heartbeat slows down, 

your eyes fill with blues and greens and browns

and you feel piece

of the whole puzzle

of good

on earth

like heaven

here.

Tree

Have you ever seen a stingy tree

not sharing its seed?

Guitar

When a guitar 
plays

your soul 
dances

your heart 
laughs

and your troubles 
flee

afraid of this melody
that makes your heart laugh

and your soul dance.
When a guitar plays

life becomes smooth
and gentle,
pain becomes velvet comfort 
and a new melody
arises from the darkness of your soul
becoming a sparkling song
comforting like a warm hug
smelling of hope and Jasmin.
When a guitar plays.