Child's eyes

What do you see?
Can you tell me?

What's all around us?
Can you tell me?

I know it must be great.

Can you put your foot
behind your head?

Let's jump and shout
around, then run
for an ice cream.

Tell me son,
did you like it?

You can't tell,
but I see your
wide eyes
glitter.

Sure, it's awesome.

The funny thing about the future

Here is the thing about the future.
Every time you look at, it changes.
it changes, because you looked at it,
and that changes everything else.

quoted from "Next", last scene.

We can travel through time,
because time is what we were and what we will be.

We can visit, live and interpret
the past, the future and the present
a million time ...

The past is mutable, because we change,
the future is mutable, because we dream.

Time is the drawing, not the canvas.
and all the drawings are on the same canvas.

Pick yours. And pick it as many times as you want.
You are all the stories, not just the story being told.

Nothing special happened today.
That's enough for me to celebrate.

Human butterfly

I fear death,
cause I can't comprehend life.

My logic fogs my
capacity to feel

and as I get older,
my thoughts are more
a burden than a gain.

My feelings
have always been
my best wealth.

A glimpse of love and pain.
And I am so grateful for it.

Best wishes

Burning logs, bubbles wiggle up,
The night is dark, our hearts shine.

A true poet

A true poet is a person
who writes the stuff which
churns in his head.

All the others are
just ordinary thinkers.

Ah, I forgot to mention:
the true poet
churns out
his stuff
using
really
a
lot
of
carriage
r
e
t
u
r
n
s.

So.

Blooming in autumn

Blooming in autumn,
what a wonderful thing.

Warm chestnuts, black truffles,
and fallen oak leaves.

Tapping on black velvet boots,
carving your ebony high heels
on the wet park lane.

A milky October moon blurs
your contour of long sleeves
and dark red buttons.

An amber stone lays
on your neck.

Blooming in autumn,
what a wonderful thing.

Dedicated to  Harajuku
renaissance fairies.

One day or another

Let's meet up one of these days.
Sure, let's keep in touch.

J' adore

Shake it baby,
it's rocking in here.

Roll it, baby,
sprinkle your scent around.

Whatcha got? Says I
It's J' adore. She giggles.
Aha, it's Dior, right? I question her.
She says "No, I don't think so".

She pierces me with her grinning eyes.
Jet set hedonism at its best.

Fashionista

Star powder and glitter make up.
Here I come! Can't get enough of it.

I am a positive person

I don't like to express myself using negative forms.

Snow

Fresh snow cracks.
What a beautiful silent sound.

My kid and I run around the castle.
Rolling on the snow is exhilarating.

Another year has begun. That is good.
And everything looks clean and tidy.

We run, run and run.
Then we get home for a yogi-drink.

Cat

You are a man with dreams, with passions,
looking forward and with optimism to a brave new world.

Living your metropolitan life, talking concepts.
Words and images always swirling around you,
evaporating into fumes of desire.

A cat slowly crosses the street while I go back home.
It does not know, and it does not care.
I look at it as it is for the first time.

I care

I care because I'm there.

Oblivion

I don't know where I was supposed to do what.

Pouring it out

I have a hell of a cau·li·flow·er inside my head.
Come and look at it. Isn't it cute?

You squeeze it a bit,
and all sort of stuff pours out.

Wow. Where can I get one?

Going out

It's Friday night.
I live on my own.

I earn my own money
and I use my own free time as I please.

I am healthy. No obligations.

Smoking my cigarette,
puffing my deserved, longed freedom in and out.

Light feet and enough energy
to wrestle a bull.

I am a free man,
and I thank the destiny that got me here tonight.

My eyes are glistering for the commotion,
I am on my way to meet my friends downtown.

We are the dreamers of our dreams

We are the music-makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,

Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems.

With wonderful deathless ditties
We build up the world's great cities,
And out of a fabulous story
We fashion an empire's glory:
One man with a dream, at pleasure,
Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
And three with a new song's measure
Can trample an empire down.

We, in the ages lying
In the buried past of the earth,
Built Nineveh with our sighing,
And Babel itself with our mirth;
And o'erthrew them with prophesying
To the old of the new world's worth;
For each age is a dream that is dying,
Or one that is coming to birth.

Quoting Willy Wonka, who is quoting Arthur O'Shaugnessey's poem "Ode".
Thank you Thomas M. Brodhead from letting us dream.

The father becomes the son

You will be different,
sometimes you'll feel like an outcast,
but you'll never be alone.

You will make my strength your own.
You will see my life through your eyes,
as your life will be seen through mine.

The son becomes the father and
the father becomes the son.

Superman speaks to his young sleeping son,
entirely quoted from "Superman Returns".

How to listen

Free yourself.

Let the expression
ripple in the basin of
your being.

Assimilate the subject.

Reflect on it.

Choices

Conscious control is an illusion.