Listen, follow my words
maybe they'll open you
to the Big Secret

and anchor it
in your mind, the gravity
of it in your heart, a sense

of what life is, your
life on planet earth
People in love know it

for a while, while it lasts
It changes everything
you do, everything you see

The world and you adjust
easily and by themselves
Osmoses over and back

free from friction and irritations
of your skin, that flow the bittersweet
out of you and into you

I have fought, still
there are barbarians if you dare
to look behind the mirror

and to step through it
into the real world
of expensively bought wrongprovements

Victories are forgotten
while people celebrate them
over and over again

they will have to be won
till eternity amen
I sign for it

a tick after my name
I have 'seen' life
let's dance

till the music drops

Flower bouquets: life

at home, smelling delicious –


and we smell as well.

Life is a pity,

do something, then you will find –


your motivation.

It's no longer
what it used to be, often
you are not there, not with me
darling, that's not good
because you love me

Your tendrils grow close to me
bars around my freedom, darling
that's not good for me
not good for you

You like to discover the world
by my hand, proudly
show the princess you lead
by your steady hand, as far
as you dare to go

to change and to embrace
more than you already know
but more often, you are not there
not with me, not by my side
and darling, that's not good

Don't sit there crying
like you want to die
I have delicate wings
that you hurt and bruise
darling, that's not good

How do you count from zero to one?
Does the new year start with
the bursting of the buds?
my life with birth?

or already in winter
when
mother's belly and buds
are thickening? in summer

with the very first molecule?
or is there no beginning, only
hunger
and a devouring mouth

digesting the tail of the old
into an eternal serpent –
the symbolic zero
that does not symbolize anything

that really exists
or it should be me
and you, we human beings
who can no longer do without it?

My first steps outside,

a wide footway, in my head –


festoons everywhere!

My first loves, a game:
the cool boys in the breaks
for which school was good

and in the weekends with lies
confirmed by my dear brother
evenings of fun in disco and club –

the true, my real, life
Get a berry, we're not leaving
not going to bed. The bike will wait

we stay, chatting and laughing, free
we are, because mum doesn't know
and is not worried

I am sitting on the full power
of 210 horses, running
across Rooster beach
I exist, I live
ouring fast

my soul devours the surf
and the dune, the landscape
of my freedom, my dream
and reality fall together
on the border of the sea and friends

where I embrace my Norton
strong, autonomous, and free
I create image by image
life from my desires
I create love in myself

After waking up

being quite yourself again –


as new as the day!