HEAT

A tropical beach
Palm Trees
The carribean ocean
Colours & Cuba Libres

What a dream!

An empty beach
An ocean that screams
Two people ready to dive
What a wonderful vibe

In the ocean they run
Eagerly awaiting the dive- yet numb
The water covers
Whatever worries bothered

Diving and swimming
Singing and laughing

Back on the shore
Back to the beach
Back to the sand

Juices, Cocktails, Colours
Mangos, Coconuts, Maracujás

What a dream!

Soon there – so far
Can`t wait
How – wonderbar!

Masses travel to the stadium
It slowly fills up

Noises
The Teams enter
A Whistle blows
22 players run after a ball
They kick
They run
They head
They hold
They struggle
They PLAY
a
GAME

Goal!
Goal!! Goal!!
Goal!!! Goal!!! Goal!!!
Goal!! Goal!!

The masses are in Rage

They kick
They run
They head
They hold
They struggle
They PLAY
a
GAME

1-2-3-4-5....90 minutes

2:2 A Tide

Game OVER....



The field is empty,,the spotlights switsched of and the fans are gone...
A silence embraces the stadium...a breath of a far away wind..smoothes its way through the stadium...it slowly crawls up the high posts..the thousand seats..the green is covered in a thick fogg...the foreign wind blows a melody..and if you listen closeley you can here a refrain whispering......"It is just a Game,......just a Game....just a G-A-M-E..."

"Yes, I am a Free Lover. I have an inalienable, constitutional and natural right to love whom I may, to love as long or as short a period as I can; to change that love every day if I please, and with that right neither you nor any law you can frame have any right to interfere. And I have the further right to demand a free and unrestricted exercise of that right, and it is your duty not only to accord it, but, as a community, to see that I am protected in it. I trust that I am fully understood, for I mean just that, and nothing less!"
from "the high priestess of free love" Victoria Woodhull (1871)

Augenblicke der Erkenntnis


Vor Überraschung erwacht
Dem Glück entgegen gelacht
Ein Strand, ein Fall, ein Ring
So ein unglaubliches Ding.

In einem Land
So fern, so nah
Ist alles so wunderbar

Zurück daheim
Holt die Realität uns ein

Wie hart der Alltag
Den Tag zur Nacht macht

Ich seh’ ihn nicht
Er sieht mich nicht
Licht aus, Licht an

Arbeit im Blut
Tut wenig gut
Denn das Müssen
Geht nur ohne Küssen

I hope
This does
Not
Go on
Too long

As palavras mais
Proximas
Do que
O Proximo

Um fim – disso ?
Muito longe.

Denke nie gedacht zu haben, denn das Denken der Gedanken ist gedankenloses Denken.
Denke nie Du denkst, denn wenn Du denkst Du denkst, dann denkst Du nur Du denkst-
Denken aber tust Du nie

Dem Himmel so nah

Lost & Found

We had her and then she was gone.
We loved her eventhough her ears were numb.
We screamed at her – though she could not hear.

Born with no hearing, too sweet to be true.
Surviving the cold, the little ears froze.
Only survivor, the siblings were dead.

Yet, full of joy fighting the dissability.
Filling the room with innocence.
Too sweet to be true.

Finding a family.
Finding a home.
Until they discovered

The silence of her ears.
She had learned to react.
With her sight & her sense.

A dicision had to be made.
Thinking of the little No-Hear.
Her life in the city too much to fear.

We had to bring her back.
Thinking of Little No-Hear.

We had lost our little Love.
We had found out the truth.

Little No-Hear needs a family.
One needs no word to care.

A home with no dangerous sounds.
A silent home that shelters her.

Lonely and empty has this house become.
Since little No-Hear has left.

A part of my heart is now quiet.
Wishing & hoping that little
No-Hear will find the love that she deserves.

We have lost a life.
That was not meant to be ours.
We have found ourselves.

We had her and then she was gone.

Augenblicke

Ein Tag so wunderschön und unvergessbar. Eine Fahrt ins Auenland, eine Fussballfete in Zagreb, einen Sonnenuntergang in Paris, ein paar Mondscheine in Braga und noch viel mehr Märchen in Lissabon. Die schönsten Reisen südlich des Nordpols. Augenblicke der Ewigkeit.

Why cant I try not to wonder why?
Why cant I be the beeing I wanna be?
Why cant I fly as high as the sky?
Why cant I lie?

Because my mind never stops minding
Because I am what I am- eventhough
Because the sky is too high
Because I do not accept a lie

The reasons I find are empty
The quarrels I enforce are useless
The fights I challenge I love
The fantasy I have I fear

Emptyness is an ocean without life
Uselessness is a painful death
Love an aspiration for everyone
Fear a common feature in all

Yet- without love one feels empty
Fear could and should be useless- for ALL

Why cant I try to trust?
Why do I feel a must?
Why cant he love me?
Why do I need to feel free?