I am feeling like Schrödinger's cat,
Who is just been warned.

I don't live through situations,
I fall into them
And crawl out of them.

Sorry,
I am not a hipster,
I am a hunter and gatherer.

Not to want anything,
Not to think anything,
Is there a light in this tunnel?

Go for a walk,
Sign a treaty,
Do something.

At some point
In our future
We'll have a beautiful past.

I once imagined myself.
- Ok, what exactly did you imagine yourself?
- Me. I imagined myself.

The range
Of the things, that are strange,
Is limitless,
Which is also strange,
And therefore from the same range.

Sounds and lights,
Fights and delights,
Broads and tights,
Skies.

A robot and a rainbow,
What an unlikely love story.

there is a silence "before",
there is a silence "after",
there is also a silence-twin,
"in-between".

Don't worry, you'll be just fine.
- How do you mean?
- Sorry, what?

Every autumn, you are loved,
But the clock is ticking
And the shadows are enjoying the light.

I don't know,
What exactly I'm feeling,
But even for me,
It's not conclusive.

Go on the cliff,
Suspend your disbelief
And fly to everywhere.

This music is going in circles,
Then falling down my head,
And hitting the soul.

Everything is so quick,
That you just have to sit down for a bit,
And things will turn around the Globe and reach you from behind.

A summer wooden table
With unfinished books
Is warming up for you.

A touch of negativity
Makes me think,
A beautiful everything
Sends me to sleep.

To get through,
You have to start,
And then, well, to get through.

Pay attention to what you are doing to your day.
It's also my day.

Go slowly the chosen wrong way,
Turn around, but also slowly,
Contemplate, make new names, try a game,
See the moon and the lake, feel the pain,
Have the ecstasy, once and again,
A night scream should then lead your new way.

It's raining,
It's wonderful,
It's new and wet.

Being sarcastic and sad is always a sweet option.
But what is your problem with you?

The spider on the wall
Is planning something,
It's going to hunt
And then to do some knitting.

The right colour of day
Makes you dream,
Makes you want to stay
In this happy day.

By the rivers of Babylon,
I will go,
To make an original selfie.

On a tiny railway platform,
Amidst a lush green forest,
I am breathing and feeling the sky.

We'll take it from here,
We'll bring it to there,
It has to be, well, somewhere.

I'll be waiting for you,
And whatever you think,
Just come,
And I'll be waiting for you.

I just met you,
But my love to you is eternal,
My patience with you will be without end,
It's just my short memory, that isn't very good.
Sorry, who are you?

Night and day,
Do what I say,
A little or a lot,
Do as you told.

It would be nice
To live in paradise,
But, well,
Let's try out hell.

To feel myself empty
Is very fulfilling.

In this castle, I only go upstairs and knock on the doors.
Once they mentioned, that it would be also possible for me to be falling down dark tunnels with bright stars, shining from below.
For now though, I keep knocking.

Have a life, have friends,
But don't look them in their eyes too closely,
Nobody likes that.

Difficult times,
strange places,
weird people.
But the weather is nice.

There's a castle in the sky,
There's a sky, full of castles,
Which represents a big headache
For any aviation authority.

I am sorry,
Is it all right,
For me to be always
On your side?

Even with you,
It's like without you,
Only better.

Our neighbour is still missing, a poor ***,
He just went into a sunset,
And that's it.

"**** the system!", I hear, but please,
There's no system available
To have *** with.

Keep your enemies close to your friends
And enjoy your free time.

Don't leave your coffee alone,
Feel responsible for your coffee,
You are the only one in its short life.

When we are are forgetting
To look at the sky,
The sky is getting desperate,
And begins to cry,
And so it rains.

A woman has to reinvent herself every day.
A man could use a new shirt sometimes.

You are the funniest girl
I have ever seen,
But your jokes about me
Are just mean.

There was a light,
And at the end of this light
There was a tunnel.

translating the Chinese modernist poetry in English
is a sublime occupation
after an evening pizza.

I thought about you,
And you thought back,
It was nice, to be thinking together.