Message

honey, when I look at that face of yours
I feel like anything, ANYTHING is possible in life
if there are such beautiful, beautiful tings in the world
it hurts to look at you,
it really, really hurts
and it is that pain
that tells me
I am alive
I am here, now
reflected in the crystal blue lakes
that are your eyes
and dazzled by the tiny snowflakes
that are your teeth
and I wallow in the bliss and grace
that your gaze bestows upon me
you are real
and deeply I feel
you can, so I can be anything

Elliptic perfection

Drums, heat, smells & sunbeams
burning on my skin
taning me, greeting me
sweet smell of sweat & lotion
covering my legs, arms,
running down my spine
absorbed there and then
by a tiny summer dress

I´m walking on dry grass & tiny flowers
listening to songs,
to voices of summer
to Latin American drums
smiling & gliding
on the smooth surface
that life can sometimes be
- all surface
no hard feelings,
no digging thoughts,
no cutting, malicious words

Smiles come easily, come naturally
breath equals summer breeze
and I sit on the grass
holding my knees
and counting freckles
like stars
that I may see at night
when all is at peace
and still warm and lovely
from the heat of summer
this summer in the city
that could last longer, last forever

I stretch out my legs
I stretch out into the eternity of the moment
bedded on grass, sand & pebbles
with my moistured skin
and my head in a sky with no clouds

A genuine feeling
of love and perfection
sinks in
has me laughing out loud
has me let go off fear, sadness, doubt
and be content with the simple fact
that perfection can never be reached
it only happens
in an ellipse
like THIS

I close my eyes
and see the reddish flesh of my lids
lit by the sunlight from outside
And I think: "This,
THIS is the view that life begins with."
in a warm, reddish cradle
inside a delicate body
covered in slimy, shiny paste
floating smoothly
and awaiting
the primal, perfect ellipse

painfully alive

farewell wishes
unspoken
sadness
beauty
overwhelment by the whole big concept
of what life is all about
moments
touches
stroking cheeks, hair, necks
words resonating in hearts forever
kisses
laughter
rooms, smells,
coffee
and postcards
tears
falling asleep skin on skin
staring at a ceiling
wishing wearily, desperately
half-smiling
half-crying
so lost
so lonely
that life would end
right there, right then
in a strange room
filled with warmth, breath, dreams
of a stranger
and the thoughts
swallowed tears
and voiceless, begging words
of a girl
lying wide awake
scared
and painfully alive

Strolling strangers (in a bubble)

We were strolling through the night
strangers and wandereres
so different, so alike
a bunch of cheerful shadows
under the street lights
in some other place
than yesterday, than tomorrow
Berlin impressions flickered on each face
that has seen and been
where wild cherries grow

We feasted on melon lemonade, cheap beer and heartfelt melodies
like children in a candy store
lake shell collectors on a shore
we greeted each stranger as a friend
"Cheers mate!"
is where it starts
and sometimes ends

The night was long
and skins turned grey
and we coloured the room with a lullaby song
and curled up in the bubble that made us stay
- a community of strangers
passing and frail
and blown through the loops
of longing and fate
which stole us away
from different lives, countries, homes
that voicelessly resonate in our souls

We floated in a bubble
removed from time, space and inner struggle
Just for one moment, just for one night
our ideals mingled freely
under the same Berlin ceiling
and looked upon us through a lens
seeing light and warm feelings
and children at play
pretending to be pirates, princesses,
Peter Pan and Rapunzel
in one wondrous fairytale

And we conquered a world
that only imagination can reveal
knowing that this night only
it is there, we are one, for real