'O Opportunity, thy guilt is great!
'Tis thou that executest the traitor's treason:
Thou set’st the wolf where he the lamb may get;
Whoever plots the sin, thou ‘point’st the season;
'Tis thou that spurn'st at right, at law, at reason;
And in thy shady cell, where none may spy him,
Sits Sin, to seize the souls that wander by him.

- The Rape of Lucrece by William Shakespeare

Courage is the price that
Life exacts for granting peace.
The soul that knows it not,
Knows no release from little things;
Knows not the livid loneliness of fear
Nor mountain heights where bitter joy can hear
The sound of wings.

Amelia Earhart

Me Nightly

I’m lying in a bed. Just woke up from a strange dream.
But I’m kind of thinking, was it just now or yesterday already?
It’s 3:51 AM. A cold December night.
The unique time for one.
My lady is sleeping but I can’t sleep anyway.
So I put the robe on, it’s soft and warm.
And I go into the fridge. To get the glass of organic milk with one ice cube.
I always do that.
Than I put on to play the Mark Knopfler in Berengen 2010, I sit in the sofa
and I read some bit form the current New Yorker magazine.
In a while a switch off the light. Stop the music.
And look out from the window.
The street is so silent and empty. As everything.
I’m enjoying that moment.
Than I get up and put the glass into dishwasher. To hide the evidence.
And go back into bed.
This time I hug my girlfriend.
And I feel to be myself.

Sunday Thoughts

It’s Sunday evening. Weekend is over.
The exhibition was nice but everything was so lazy.
This moment smells like lavender, a teen spirit.

And I wish this night would last for ever.
So I would be just sitting here with a glass of red wine and having a time to review my thoughts. I usually read back my diary in s such situation …

There she is, sleeping in a living room and snow storm is ouside. For the first time this year. Not sure what happened though.

On Tuesday I went for a two lagers and sent a few messages to my friends to ask them how they like my new website.

On Wednesday I’m realizing, I’ve got no prejudice any more.

And on Thursday I had the weapon of choice. But it didn’t feel like it.

Things are good to be chilled at the end.

The Circle

I thought we will get to know each other
One more time
But it was like to walk down the hall
And come to a door
And look inside

It was just the Genious Loci
Was it love yet? Or already?
Now I know.
It was meeting with Professor Woland.
It was Mephistopheles to play with.

Should you still live your life for somebody else?
Sometimes you do anyway …

The Unbearable Uncertainty

In the foggy morning I woke up,
And walked out in a mist to find the answer.

The heart or the reason?
My soul is asking to choose.

Neither the horoscope,
nor the oracle did know the answer.

So I tried the Torah. And it said only;
"Do not lose soul. Turn from your dark works."

Than it started to rain.
As it would never stop.

My Friday thoughts about meaning of life, the universe and everything

My Friday thoughts about meaning of life, the universe and everything

Life is short, break the rules
(they were made to be broken)
Forgive quickly, kiss slowly
Love truly, laugh uncontrollably
And never regret anything that makes you smile.
The clouds are lined with silver and the glass is half full
(though the answers won’t be found at the bottom)
Don’t sweat the small stuff,
You are who you are meant to be,
Dance as if no one’s watching,
Love as if it’s all you know,
Dream as if you’ll live forever,
Live as if you’ll die today

James Dean (1931-1955)

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