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A brief break
to take a breath,
a brake in life
to take a step
back, two steps
onwards,
as soon awaits the biting cold – 
so, take your skates,
roll out and trust:
yourself,
and the ice shelf,
through faded sceneries
where bare trees house
jaded starlings 
left alone
within the snow,
I am still watching, though,
behind the door,
while the world awaits outside.

PM

PM

Halb acht, die Nacht vorbei,
der Tag erwacht, 
du bist dabei,
die Dunkelheit wird weggefegt,
Trübsal vergeht wenn man aufsteht
mir dir, 
mein Kopf verdreht
von dir, 
der Alltag lacht 
dank dir, 
schier unfassbare Lust
zu lieben, leben, hier zu sein,
Frust weicht,
mir scheint
mir gehts ganz gut,
mir scheint
dir auch – das tut ganz gut,
just keine Zeit reicht aus
mit dir im Haus,
ich glaub durchaus 
da wird was draus.

Motion

Motion

Wind whistles harshly from afar,
night settles gently, au revoir
dear Portugal, dear distant star,
each day filled up my memoir
with fragments of divided beams,
with rock-formations, quite bizarre,
with ocean waves and short-lived streams
of water flowing as in dreams,
a never ending love, it seems,
another round, the earth gets drowned,
and in the distant is unbound
a nightjar calling out his sound;
sweet memories still float around.

Dry Grasses

Dry Grasses

A tempting shimmer,
often bright and sometimes dimmer,
tiny twinkles, shiny flickers,
mighty seas of jolly glimmer,
gently waving in the wind,
often aligned, yet intertwined,
thin blades on fire,
in shades refined,
ensnare the mind,
tether the eyes,
mankind inclined
to stay right here, 
witness the rustling, bustling weeds,
small beads pinned by the sun,
a moment passes, all is gone.

Greenhouses

Greenhouses

A little island in the south,
well-known by many, word of mouth
does travel far.
And bizarre houses
out of glass
are stuffed with greens,
do grace the place
– in midst the lake –
en masse.

Whitewash

Whitewash

When lights are out
night sounds appear
and overlay the gloss
of days, thoughts cross,
until a warbler, without fear,
sings out his doubt aloud.

Photo Post: Planet

Photo Post: Planet

Whirling through the empty space,
to chase the dream to leave a trace,
we lose the reference at times
of what's important, how to pace
our lives, to live for us, not for archives.

Rupture in Space and Time

Rupture in Space and Time

We got lost in a time without bounds,
with no home we roamed foreign towns,
to begin once again on new grounds,
seeking comfort in familiar sounds.

Music, like a home. All pictures shot in-camera by using multiple additive exposures. No post-processing merging, blending, or stacking. All pictures free from AI-creation or -enhancement.

Spring Day

Spring Day

A memory, far far away,
 like a distant gentle smell,
 appears and lingers on the soul,
 as if it was just yesterday
 that we got lost, nature embossed
 so soft and mild, we long to dwell,
 but it’s drowned by present tense,
 and just leaves subtle wounds – farewell.