Stopped burning


And the sun has set

Stopped burning me

Refreshing winds

Try to embrace me

Understanding is giving

Giving up is giving

Observing is learning

An open heart is…

Don’t know yet.


Blowing faster


The wind blows faster

through the colorful corridor

Invites you to seek for his origins

Somewhere at the seaside

More than an hour away

People come to a quiet and calming place

To make it loud and agitated

Children scream and parents shout

Adults start talking louder

I guess that’s the way it is

when you have more than one child

Oh, dear wind! Don’t give up on blowing

refreshing my mind

and trying to bring back calmness

into this colored corridor

Voices from the past


Just one of these nights

but rarer and rarer

Carmenére and green tea

You wish you could do the same

at this very moment

Just walk out

walk the streets

mix your feelings

let the memories come

but you live in the wrong city

you’re living in a secret prison

you’re being maybe a secret person

nights come and cover

and homes become cages

and wandering souls

only keep wandering in their own minds.






Photo by Aletha-YF


Love’s Stages


This poem was written for my brother-in-law and his beautiful wife. They got married in December and this is what came to my mind.


Love’s Stages

When young
we chase it
Madly passionate about the other
and head over heels
We give our bodies away
While growing older
We feel a stronger need to share
Our deepest thoughts
And to be held
by someone truly special
While growing together
We learn to listen
And therefore understand
We may kiss less passionate
But grip much stronger
While letting the fruits
Of our attraction grow
We learn about limitations
And unconditional love
Nurturing itself
From generation to generation
May love be your companion
And make life worth living
by: Igotdaisies

Living in circles


Circles of time

circles of people

circles of love

and loneliness


Circles are …. just are

they repeat what has already been sad

and already been done


And life goes on

and years pass by

some circles get wider

some might get tighter


Only when someone’s gone

a circle breaks up





Morning hours 


The sun shines gently on my skin 

While birds sing me about their past nights dreams. 

People in their thirties, forties, fifties and even sixties walk and run 

All up and down the river bank. 

The football courts are empty yet 

Because teenagers tend to sleep longer. 

My shadow,  long and slim 

Sitting on a bench while typing 

And remembering the past mornings 

That I have spent in places 

Very far from here. 

Fenced Cherry Tree in Autumn


Walking down a muddy street,

foggy air misshaping the the village I see.

No birds in the sky and no sound from heaven,

none to cross my path tonight.


Trouble’s blowing into my face,

giving me a cold bursting kiss

then following somebody else’s trace.


And I simply feel lost,

once I truly see

the fences around

the beautiful old cherry tree.



Photo taken from

Poem: Ein Wunsch / A Wish


Ein Wunsch fliegt hinauf in den Himmel

Er brennt und hofft

über dem höchsten Gipfel zu schweben

und niemals den harten Grund am Fuße zu erreichen

Eine Sehnsucht entsteigt meinem Herzen

empor empor und weiter hinauf

dass auch dein Leben sich erfüllt

und aufgeht im Blau


A wish flies to the sky

It burns and hopes

to float above the highest peak

and to never reach the hard ground at the foot

A longing rises from my heart

up up and further up

for your life to fulfill itself too

and to merge into the blue