Wednesday, 29 April 2009

if you ever come back

Time, time is gone
it stops stops who it was
well i was wrong
it never lasts
there is no
this is no modern romance

Saturday, 18 April 2009

in the mist of the fresh ruins

yet always ever yet... somehow .. never ...

a puddle of light at the distance, the sea at low tide

Friday, 10 April 2009


victim and tyrant.

bilder lügen bis sich die balken biegen vor lauter schutt und asche. ein guter fotograf ein bisschen bearbeitet ein bisschen von der seite gucken den mund leicht nach vorn verziehen und fertig ist was man gern sehen will. hier ist die ungeschminkte unbearbeitete und vollkommen ungestellte ist was man ist, oder so?

vice versa

may be I should stop.. may be I should just stop....

Wednesday, 8 April 2009

good manners

que no bailara le decian los ingleses a la señora gorda, que aqui no se permite, pero la gorda que no entendia nada, la muy lationoamericana, que no sea mal educada que no ve que es un concierto? le recordaba la mujer de a lado.

you should not dance here said the english man to missis fat woman, that here is not allowed, but the fat woman would not understand a thing, such a latinoamerican; would you mind not being so rude? can't you see this is a concert? reminded her angrily the woman beside her.

Monday, 6 April 2009

the end of innocence

and if you grow up with these images in front of your eyes you will quickly dettached from romanticism...

and a hole full with concrete will take its place...

Thursday, 2 April 2009

Hansel and Gretel

explores came across the walls
they came across the warning sings
they did not read the language.
and when they found what they were looking for,
it was so magnificent
they wanted to turn back.

too late now.

they looked back
and could not find any clues that would indicate how they got in,
they had broken all the walls,
reduce the to sand
they did not recognize the way no more

they realize they were looking for the vastness
of the desert.
ever so dead
there was no oasis

next time, there will be no loose stones