the sun shining shiny over my head draws History on my naked skin and clouds pass by to tell my heart I need to walk and work on this part. we met there where time appears and places change in shape – they last nothing. we grew there where we …
we were sitting in the square, under the circle of a golden street light, singing a song to let our shadows dance in delight then a thunder broke into the sky and the sky cracked and a huge crowd of dropping drops dropped down and we started walking into the town …
The sharks are still feeding from my still bleeding Wunden und ich warte noch auf meinem persönlichen Wunder dennoch my heart got much brighter and I know now how to swim in the thunders to reach my own truths e le sacre sorgenti. Mi hanno insegnato not to believe dennoch …
a surprise at sunrise. come with me, you shall see the joy in your eyes. this poem is part of a collection of 123 poems titled Becoming Human: a poetical journey
there is a star at the centre of my earth. there burns a star in the middle of my universe. and stars are growing in the garden of my heart and when they get big enough I let them sparkle all around. can you feel the enlightened ground? a galaxy …
Summer begins with a great happy ending and the Spring, it springs out of my memory as I look at the skyes ready to bow again to the ground to get back to the roots of life, our family, One soul.
There was a time Wann werden wir endlich estinti? Lichtwesen eravamo ed eravamo tanti, ai confini del cosmo, a tuffarci nel fiume che ci avrebbe dipinto. Raccontiamo storie. We tell about the colours and the shapes, we tell about the shades. Aquamarine to the sky or cerulean memories of a …
Last night I asked the Universe how can I help the seasons and how can I tell humanity the infinite Love? The Universe replied with a sound of pain and sorrow and asked me back why do you worry? I stopped worrying and felt lonely so the Universe brought me …
Out there, in the desert staring at the far away stars I was longing for a brand new start ma qui, dentro il mondo, tra le maglie strette strette del grande grande cosmo habe ich ein anderes End gefunden. Water scorre tra la sabbia e le dita mentre io resto …
