20 Juni 2015

Karailay jaisa mu kyon banaya hai


Why do you look so pissed off

Posting one letter to India

The German post is on strike

The woman observed me and said

'But maybe your lucky?'


Having a face like karela

Copying the form six times 

Forgetting to paste one extra photograph

'But I live in room 13?'


Sign of being bitter

Skyping the number over again

Speaking to someone overseas

The line cracked

Madam I can not hear you

Excuse me


'I am sure it is a good room

and I am sure it is a good number'

21 June 2015

Eyes seem to capture more than your soul can diggest


In the past in certain countries people use to prevent themselves from seeing to much

Living in a culture where images used for commercial purposes flash around

Absorbe thousands of images

absorbe meaningless content

Overload our minds with these things


She used to do research in cyber sex

'We use to watch this in classe'



Does it mean we have to be less powerfull ourselves?

Knowledge slowly can become less important

I even meet people that tell me they don't read books

I do not really understand this

How can one not read books


Eyes seem to capture more than your soul can diggest

22 June 2015

We were together and I told you

'It is about time I have to leave you'

You looked at me an started crying

It satisfied me deeply to see your tears

discovering deeper emotions ending a game

wet cheeks

tear drops


Waking up and discovering it never happened


Second attempt of finding satisfaction

Moulding clay

With my hands was one of the best feelings of

trying to

I let myself be inspired by a former work

The face opened her lips and a deep hole appeared

Breath in

Without using your eyes

23 June 2015

The first day I arrived was empty

Empty streets empty station empty apartment

I knocked on one door and there was Wasante

Coming from Sri Lanka

He sniffed and smiled and was very kind

Today I am working on the computer but what about tomorrow?


Together we where going to explore a market

We had deep fried bread full of garlic

 Tearing 

A round

The Shape in two pieces


Why is that every time I have to explain myself I feel tired?

Wasante explained about the mining and gravity

And the research about the fact that the direction of cutting through the stone

makes a difference

In my head I travelled through the labs

seeing complex machinery

I design some myself


So if I am living with my neighboors from Pakistan and the other from Sri Lanka

I must be Indian territory


Moment of my explanation 

I really don't like this tea I bought

He looked at the package

That is Ceylon very famous from Sri Lanka

So perhaps we can have a drink again?

I agreed

Knocked on the door a couple of times

and than he disappeared

24 June 2015

Smoking blowing smoke sucking and smoking in the smoke

So why is it that you are not so expressive

Artist should be able to express themselves in many ways

A postman can be expressive as well

I don't think it should stick to a profession

Smoking blowing smoke sucking and smoking in the smoke

Inhale and Exhale

So are you gonna smoke a shisha with your parents

No

Smoking blowing smoke sucking and smoking in the smoke

They are like that they run around in the apartment shouting in Arabic

No

I can't sleep

I have the feeling I am getting to old for this

Have I failed in being mature when you turn 30?

Anyway let's get back to the question

As an artist you should be expressing yourself in many ways

Even when you buy tomatoes

Or not?

Smoking blowing smoke sucking and smoking in the smoke

Inhale I see you fitting on nike shoes

Exhale I see you watching a green football field on a screen

Smoking smoke sssss

 and smoking in the smoke

Your image fade

Are we never going to talk?

I miss my comfort zone

That you created for me

Smoking or not smoking

Express this in an interlectual way

or smart talk

just a chat

just express

25 June 2015

In Dresden I learned to take distance

Distance from what I have done before

Work with myself as a material

Don't you

Don't you

Don't you

Want to create?

Empty bottles on the street broken glass anywhere

No places to sleep after the 30th

So that is why I go home

If only you wrote

A women with bags collecting garbage bear foot

It is because she is poor

We knocked at and rang the bell of a second apartment

Someone walking by in pyjamas

Shambles around

Bursting buildings

Sparkling champagne

No its a mix with white wine

If only you wrote me

And the photograph I saw could be forgotten

8 March 2015

Have I spoken about it?

Now the time to watch Tin tin just for a moment of fun is over

You act  'grown up'  and I remember watching the pink panther on a diet in your flat

Flat memories

Even when I smell burned meat of a barbecue I think of your balcony

Did you spoke?
About me?
Did you?

so simple as the pink panther smelling a sausage
so it makes me smile

Forget your age for a minute
Dont judge 

Play the song I wrote for you as some days pass by
as the leaves grow back

I know we did not talk
you forgot to tell me

Running looking for pretty faces
looks dont tell me

a thing

making rules about the next date

Tin tin filmed from a bus driving through a dessert

Did you or did I?

Pretty people in the park
pretty couple
one with high heels
the other fits with the same colored colbert
neat jacket

Can't she wear comfortable shoes?

Looking at a view of the lake

22 January 2015

With naked feets on the dusty sand road

Dust floating around

I will arrive when you must have been there

tracks of traffic

While the view of branches in the garden stay the same

I watch you proceeding

while they would line up waiting to cross roads

continue their way

the news has already been written

you whispered that I could undress

But I'd  like to arrive barefoot on the road

through the desert

impressions of your presence

Stay and feel the layer of sand heating up

Who would you ask?