I see tons of garbage I see tons of garbage when will we have enough we work more and more we buy more and more we expect more and more as soon we have got something, we are looking for the next the only thing we really want is more, more, more, more
trip or goal.
walking restless in the factory district of Hong Kong people are speeding in their cars, on bikes etc. where are they going will they reach their goal will they reach their dreams will they understand the goal is nothing the journey is the real goal
where did you come from? out of nowhere we were minding our own business we were walking in our big selfish bobbles suddenly a hole was made and a star was shining so bright now we are fishing golden moments together as if life never ends
photos from the mind. as the sun lightens the heavens as the shapes of the sky recalling my child hoods shapes my words are making waves they say I was born somewhere in the universe I do not remember now I live in an urban network I have not forgotten the time where the light was gone now I see all the joy as I smoke my cigar as I smoke my cigar
fruits from the clouds.
your wonderful hair your beautyfulcheek bones your mystic eyes your sensual hips you make the pulse of the world beat faster everything is leaning towards the walls as the flowers sings and the ship is sailing towards new adventures
no wave can concour no storm can blow away no hole is deep enough the bear will go on picking the wild berries drinking the life from the rocks while looking over the big ocean licking the wounds from the last fight
story of stones.
a stone is a stone a stone is a stone it tells a story about hardness deep inside it has been fragile, very fragile the softness has now gone but its story stills remains deep inside the fire is still burning the mindwork will never end
talking with plants.
the bamboo’s are waving in the wind from the words the painting hides one adventure as it tells another nothing will jell but that way the life of love stands so much stronger
the seagrass is growing on the bottom covering old cans and a golden necklace telling a story about last summer where everything was fun, laughter and romance he gave her this token of love but as the bottles were empty the demons grew bigger the words became ugly the beauty and virgin of summer were history pure history
the empty house the empty summer house a window is banging against its frame the wind is turning pages of an old diary telling stories about joy about family about long dinners about understanding each other about playing about heavy books about childhood about birth about death about life
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