Poem:

Like a God that fucks up my dream
my Love , my hope
Like a psycho-psychiatrist that gives me dope
Acidly creeping through my anatomy
a Tango long gone , bye John
no Dreams left , no Love
just memories , a Central Park of memories
with birds , flowers , ghosts and angels
Strangers
who don't know me , but feel it is their right to judge and control
no soul
Strangers
like Bob Marley and Ernest Hemingway
The Blues
comes to see you
and there aren't any hills around here
flat paths around a hospital
in the shadow of what ?

(in the shadow of a war
existing telepathically
born in a stranger's brain
like a kiss of it
defenseless children
take them into your heart
let them have hills
and loves and hopes
born in their hearts ...)

Winter

Patches of snow all around me on the ground and on the roofs
Winter cold wind drying my skin
Sunshine from a clear blue sky
Waiting for more winter, more cold wind and snow
And my dream is a quiet dream of the green spring
A summer of road-trips and cool forest-lakes
My dream is the same sunshine and a heated sea
For bathing, relaxing and a short swim...
Patches of snow, the blue sky is beautiful,
This is life and I shouldn't dream
Now I will walk outside and get a deep breath of the crisp air
I will care for each day of the beginning year
Even the gray day will be gray gray gray grey
and the winds of 2007 will be my friends blowing in my hair
and the love for life will grow in the darkness of the winter
and my little dream will last like my dream of love