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

Ad Hoc

Who am I?

Why am I?

Being present

In a least

Two worlds

At the same time

Connections and memories

Passing through my mind

Intensive madness in a box

Listen

In the end every place has it´s secret

No one answers to anyone else

Because no one is asking

The question

There are no interest in knowing

Only the observant outsider listens