The Life In Appolonia

Rain rather than sun

Grounded rather than spaced out

Minimalist rather than baroque

Snow rather then heat

A slow pace of life

Will not solve anything

Neither will reason

Or calculation

But leaving Apollo and

Dionysius

Behind in their eternal

Struggle

Love

Love is under construction

Hiding

Life is a great struggle

Like a gentle dance

Not yet taken place

Or being on going

In the raum of long past

There is always a party

Going on somewhere

Flowers on the boats

When Dionysius arrives

After the long almost

Eternal boat