Lips don't lie

Sweet summerly taste-a blue sky and a scent of cinnamon.
When I tasted this morning, I realized the sun's smile filled me with energy I was longing for for a long time.
Energy that was frozen by the re-disovery of the northern cold, by the re-dicovery of a past, by the re-discovery of beautiful friendships, by the re-discovery of "A happy day!".
"Oh my happy day...how have I missed you!"
"I had washed my sense away-by a numness I had brought about myself"

The smell of fresh café-the sweet summerly taste of a morning filled with sun-
a drop of the juice the night before had refreshed my memory of Spanish Nights.
Lips don't lie!
Light headed-up for a new challenge -liking the open windows and curious to find out how far I can open them-and what I will feel. Lips dont lie!
They like a new taste, they like the slow discovery of something new, the hessistant drying of a drop of juice, the way they go on a journey to undiscovered shores. Yet, this time the unlikely event of a fall on the head-won't permit a memory loss- thus my lips won't forget the spanish taste anytime soon.
Surprise me sweet summerly taste! I love surprises.

..it is time to face the truth..

Some people claim when you get enough fame you live over the rainbow!
Sometimes we forget what we've got- who we are and who we are not-.
He's in love with a girl who is in love with the world- though he can't help but follow- though he knows some day she is bound to go away & stay over the rainbow...he's got to learn how to let her go- over the rainbow!
Sometimes we forget who we've got - who they are and who they are not.
There is so much more in love than black and white-
- sang a wise man,once, almost exactly like this!

Winter is comming , it is getting chilly. The colours are getting greyer & the seagulls have comenced their flight south. What a flight- take me with you! The days are getting shorter, the hot teas more comon, the cold noses a usual hazard.
Be aware southern waves- a storm is coming!

"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate,
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, "Who am I to be brilliant, talented, fabulous?"
Actually who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small does not serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that others won't feel insecure around you.
We were all meant to shine like children do.
To make manifest the glory of God that is within us all.
Its not just in some of us; its in everyone.
And as we let our own light shine,
We unconcsiously give permission for others to do the same,
As we are liberated from our own fear,
Our presence automatically liberates others"

by Maryanne Williamson and used by Nelson Mandela in his 1994 inaugural speech

You and I in a little toy shop
Buy a bag of balloons with the money we've got
Set them free at the break of dawn
Til one by one, they were gone
Back at base bugs in the software
Flash the message, something's out there
Floating in the summer sky
99 red balloons go by

99 red balloons
Floating in the summer sky
Panic bells it's red alert
There's something here from somewhere else
The war machine springs to life
Opens up one eager eye
Focusing it on the sky as 99 red balloons go by

99 Decision street
99 ministers meet
To worry, worry, super flurry
Call the troops out in a hurry
This is what we've waited for
This is it boys, this is war
The president is on the line
As 99 red balloons go by

99 knights of the air
Ride super high tech jet fighters
Everyone's a super hero
Everyone's a Captain Kirk
With orders to identify
To clarify, and classify
Scramble in the summer sky
99 red balloons go by

99 dreams I have had
In every one a red balloon
It's all over and I'm standing pretty
In this dust that was a city
If I could find a souvenir
Just to prove the world was here
And here is a red balloon
I think of you, and let it go

NENA

Allesundnoch viel mehr...


Ich schreibe des schreibens wegen
Ich lese des lesens wegen
Ich gehe des gehens wegen
Ich atme des atmens wegen
Ich liebe der Liebe wegens

ich schreibe, lese, gehe, atme und Liebe des Allesund noch viel mehr wegens....

Life is a Big Rollercoaster Ride

Life is a big Rollercoaster of never ending telenovelas. Sad things turn into happy memories, good things turn into sad memories. A Parradox?
No, if we stop analysing every little step we have taken along our life, we call path- caminho da vida, we might just realize that it is up to us, to change things, to turn the happy moments into never ending memories of joy!
Sad memories turn into good things- by a closer look. We constantly learn, we are eager and our curiosity is never satisfied with a simple answer. Simplicity is beauty. Beauty is realizing that every moment lives for us. We make moments!

A Spanish dinner amongst the best friends turned into music- which melody I will never forget and which rythm I shall praise for it beats my joy!
My joy, is my ryhtm, my ryhtm is my life's beat.
Acontece o que acontecer, what ever happens I shall hold on to those moments for as long as I live. Those images of smiles, of singing and dancing- of Joy!

A good friend once told me we should set ourselves rules, own rules in order to continue a path of joy and happiness. I agreed- now I look back and realize that life with no rules is much more tempting, much more colorfull and much more unpredictable. I love this friend very much- but he and my other friends will have to accept the ways I have chosen to continue my life.
Somebody out there surely understands where I'm coming from- for he understood me before he knew me- for he knows who and what I am- for he loves and doesn't love me the way I love and don't love him- for he beats that rhytm I call Joy within himself..

I will write an Ode for my friends! I will cherrish their beauty and make more memorable moments!

A friend.

Like a Dream

Are you awake?

It is like a dream you dreamt once
Like a dream you had night and day
Like a dream that followed you
Wherever you go- whatever you dreamt

Like a star is the dream for you
Unatainable, but bright and real

One day it happens
Like a dream your dream
Flickers itself to reality
And after you dreamt the new created reality
- it is like a dream

Did you just live your dream?
You are not sure.
It ‘s almost like a déja vu.

The next day people remind you
That what seemed like a dream
Wasn’t a dream.

For you it’s still like a dream
Now it ‘s like a dream that
Probably came true, but you
Are still not sure,
‘cause it’s like a dream!

Your dream,

Up North...

Where tears turn to snow
Where the Cold calms cranky faces
Where we stand for hours in a row
Where we leave a milion traces

Up North we freeze
Outside
Up North we breathe
Inside

There where I am
There where I have to be
There where I don't feel free
There where I should stay
.......because I can......

As if travelling back in
time
As if eliminating the doubts
in my head
As if letting myself getting burnt
Just to feel the pain
Just to feel alive
Just to feel.

Up North.

Where tears turn to snow
Where the Cold calms cranky faces
Where we stand for hours in a row
Where we leave a milion traces

Up North-
once my home
Up North-
has gone

A lonely star
Up North
But bright and clear
Sparkles for me
Wherever I will be

Up North-

A lonely Star

Excuses

Excuse me Mam!
Excuse me for I did not mean to hurt you.
Excuse me Mam!
Excuse me, because I did what I did.

Why?
-Because.
Why?
-Don’t know.

Excuse me Sir!
-For what?
Excuse me Sir!
-Why?

Because
-For what?
Because I don’t understand.
-Why?

Understanding what you did..
-Yes?
..would mean I quit.
-What?

-Quit what?
Quit believing in reason.
-Why?
Because you don’t make any sense.

Twilight
or
a Sweet Goodbye


I have written many pages of my book entitled “My Life”...have finished some chapters of the book and am about to start a new one...many things have happened, many things will happen and once more I was blessed with the proof of being a lucky kid from Andrômeda.

So many people have crossed my path,
So many things I have learned along the way,
So many emotions, so many goodbyes
So much love and recognition

Once more I have realized that i f one really wants something every possible power will help one for the realisation of the wished outcome.

Walking and living in the Twilight Zone of a Vagabond has its advantages- one walks and continues one’s path with no boundaries, with no tiés, with no rules- only the ones one sets oneself- and limits- there are nonE!

I have found a homebase, every traveler needs, a place one can call home- but though I have created many “homes” there is only one place where I wake up with a smile on my face every single day, there is only one place, where I walk along the streets and get lost-loving and knowing that am about to discover yet another marvelous sight.
There is only one place with the colours I love, one place that sings and dances for me every day, one place where I have friends on every córner- and one place that I can call my solemly home.
My best friend questioned me about the “whys” of that very feeling and the best way to explain to her the reasons of that feeling, was that-I couldn’t explain it-because it is a feeling of walking, living and breathing in a Twilight zone of adventures, smells and lyrics- a feeling of belonging to a culture that I have chosen to be mine..If this place had mountains I would call it heaven. Unfortunately, I have to travel to the mountains in order to feel the freedom of surfing them down in a rush...but nothing is perfect...only we can work on them every day to make them even a little better...
It is time to pack my bags- to chose warm cloth for the winter that I am about to experience...but I am excited to conquer yet new challenges, because I know I will return soon!

To all those friends I have made a big kiss goodbye!

Love a Vagabond