Opening My Eyes

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First Impression

Everybody wants to be a cat

In Another World

Hisilicon K3

Biking with Kiwi

In another world
Yet to come
I would carry my kiwi
All day long

In another world
Which may be
I would safe my banana
For afternoon tea

In another world
Waiting for you
I would give you one apple
Because I have two

In another world
One moment away
I would eat many fruits
Every single day

And there
I would stay
Come
What may

Hiding Banana

Hiding Banana

Holding the Kiwi

Holding the Kiwi

Barbary Fig – Kaktusfeige – Higo Chumbo

Hey my dear searchers!
Opening your eyes and ears today, hoping life will teach you? Experiencing nature? Let the pretty lemon tree give you a lesson?
I tell you what you need! A barbary fig! It tells you everything about life you should know.

Have you seen the abyss on my photo? The prickly pear (Opuntia) is growing there happily, ignoring the danger. Telling you: Common, guys, it’s sunny here, why should I worry?
The unimpressive, fruity thing is not too beautiful, but when it’s blushing you cannot deny a certain loveliness. If you try to reach it, you will get hurt. But not by a sudden pain! It slowly stings and pierces and burns and itches… Ou Au Aix… Remembering you what you did… Aix Aua Outch…
When you finally grab it, cut it and taste the meat, you will find some hard pips, inedible. Almost disgusting. Finally focussing on the taste that is left, you think: And that’s it?

Yeah, that’s it!
That’s life.

Naive, simple but braving the elements
Ugly but charming
Painful but bearable
Desirerable but meaningless

Incoherent comment: It took my friend a lot of talking to convince me not to pick some barbary figs directly from the cactus. The temptation was great… 😉

Losing Every Day – I

Unspoken

Unspoken

It’s been a long time
Since I saw you
Since I called you
There is always
So much to do
And I hope, you understand

Time is a healer
You said
But change is a loser
I know
Your happy child is gone
And I hope, you understand

Now that I’m back
Standing next to your bed
Watching you in silence
There are no words
That fit
And I hope, you understand

These things
I wanted to say
Long ago
If you would smile
I knew it’s alright
And nothing left to understand

The Green Part Of A Weekend

Es la vida.

Vivir y vivir y vivir.

(Talking to M.M.)

These Strange Days

These days photos don’t belong together. Or maybe it’s these days that don’t belong to this time? I have the feeling to be lost in translation. Waking up every day in different world, looking through a window with dirty glasses. Yeah, you’re right, maybe it’s all about cleaning up!