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?

Vom Überglück und den Risiken und Nebenwirkungen

Was tut man, wenn einem das Glück was man erfährt ängstlich macht? Wenn man vor Glück abhebt und Angst hat sich an der Sonne zu verbrennen, der man mit unglaublicher Geschwindigkeit entgegen fliegt?!

Geboren: als Kind des Glücks
Gelebt: Zwischen Abenteuern und Ungeheuern
Gegangen: Immer auf dem Pfad des Glücks
Getreaumt: Vom Glück, Unglück , vieler Realitäten und Traumitäten
Gefangen: Im Rausch des Glücks
Gehangen: Am Rande des Glücks
Geflogen: Vom Unglück zum Glück
Gestorben: 1007 Mal, doch immer wieder hat mich das Glück festgehalten....

Já não tenho medo de ti
Já não me apetece de fugir
Já não penso muito nas
consequencias

Mas sim

..apetece-me viver
o momento contigo
Apetece-me fugir contigo
Apetece-me ultrapassar o habito
de fugir dos bons momentos
Apetece-me viver
sem medo
sem vicio de fugir
e
sem consequencias

contigo

THE COMFORT OF HARMONY


It is like it is. Ghosts of the past present wherever I am. I like ghosts, they are my friends- yet, I could not live below them.
A healthy balance of happy memories and open and closed books is inevitable if one wants to move on.
Why should one live amongst shadows that still have a voice? Why should one want such extent of harmony- yet does not see the dis-harmony being created?

Friends- we all want to have them. Friends- are everywhere- everyone can be your,my,our friend. But true friends are those who call for no reason, are those who care, who are there whenever you need them, who sing along with you- even if they can’t sing, who bake a cake-even if they have never baked, who paint a picture even though they have 2 left hands, who would after you’ve lost a bet run naked across the town square out of solidarity to you, who would lose a board game – because they know you like to win, who would walk a thousand miles just to tell you they like you, who would buy you an island if they could, who would dare an elephant on aspirin with you, who would paddle around the world with you, who would share the last zip of milk in the desert with you, who would carry you on their back-if you were to lazy to walk, who would eat a banana-nutella-gummibear-broccoli-chicken-pizza with you-just because you made it- and who would always tell you the truth!

Ghosts on the other hand can be alive & / or dead. If they are alive they have once meant something to you, done something to you or crossed your path in one-way or the other. If they are living-ghosts they have some kind of unfinished business with you- or you with them.
The dead ones are those (alive) ghosts who have not managed to settle their business while they were alive.

Perfect harmony is a beautiful illusion.

And illusion is : “An erroneous perception of reality.”

My Imagination will make that moment live...

Lisboa, 12 de Janeiro 2008


Being back after 3 month of absence and excitement has left its thorns, the sun is still shining in the same light, with the same force, the clouds are still absent, the river still indulges us with its nostalgic melodies, the time still stands still here in the far west.

The sounds can be heard, you can hear your own breath, you can hear your footsteps, you can here the tic-tac of your watch, you can sit down and think, your eyes can see beauty 24 hours a day, you can wander back in time, you can stare at the ocean as long as you want, you can let the sand rinse through your fingers, you can travel from beach to beach, from coast to coast from adventure to adventure- yet in the end- you’ll find yourself exactly at the same corner of your house, at the same street, you’ll find that no one wants to see the million pages you’ve written, no one really wants to listen to your thousand adventures you’ve lived. No one is really trying to change things, time stands still- basta.
The future is part of the other countries, the rapid development as well.
New ideas? There are many.
Amazing thinkers? A thousand.
Creativity? Is the city’s’ breath.

As much as I love this city, as much as I love my friends here as much as I love the sunshine…I think it is time to return home for a while and evolve and gain roots or to continue and explore and maybe go to Madrid, Barcelona or finally Paris.

There is one thing that I really learned to appreciate. The ease of getting a job I like and love, the ease of fascinating people- the gift of mine to amaze to get things going- I believe there was a reason why I am always there when things begin. Why I am always there when it is time to create something, to believe and to concentrate my energy and that of the people around me in order to give birth to something big.
No matter the challenge- I take it.


But, what now?
Now I have found somebody who loves the same things as I do: he loves to write, his curiosity drives him to find answers, he loves the outdoors, he loves Hamburg, he loves games, he loves Lisboa, he loves to travel, he loves Portugal. He somehow came to love me- and I believe he has taken my heart for a reason- even though he says that he’d be at my site no matter what. He won’t let me go- I am free to do whatever I want and he supports me.

Is this the right time though? Who knows?

I have finished a big phase of my life- no more studying…yet I have left so much behind…my friends and my life in London…my life in Lisboa and now am on the urge to return to my roots and for once,- maybe start a life back home. Why not?

I never thought I would. But, what if it was possible to have everything? Not to give up my home in Lisboa and maybe to spent 3 month out of 12 here in the city I love and the rest in Hamburg-Paris-London!? If I’d work hard enough- if My-Mojo was successful- maybe all of this is possible...

Lisboa- Where you drink Café

Lisboa- where time stands still