by Tom Weber
Es wird Zeit etwas loszuwerden. Jetzt sind es fast 9 Monate her, dass ich aus Benin zurück bin, in 2 Wochen ist es ein Jahr her, dass ich mich in den Flieger dorthin gesetzt habe. Doch dieses Land und meine Zeit dort lassen mich einfach nicht los, es vergeht kaum ein Tag an dem ich … Continue reading Throwback to Benin
Pazzie per forza !
Ce sont des fleurs, oui, mais le poète il cherche ses Fleurs du Mal...
Do you know him ? She is quite a peculiar individual.
Il y a deux semaines, j'ai eu la chance de participer au GoUrban, un camp international pour des scouts de partout du monde, ici au Luxembourg. Dans notre sous-camp, il y avait par exemple des scouts du Niger, du Sénégal, du Mexique, de la Géorgie etc. Un soir, j'ai lu mes poèmes du Bénin à … Continue reading Ali, c’est la vie
Wat stëcht hannert meinem Gedicht "die fäden der lyrik" aus meine leschte Gedichtband ? Fannt et haut eraus, an der neiester Emissioun vum Post Scriptum... :
Hello life, My old friend, How have you been without me? I'm terribly sorry for my absence, But you know, You are quite complicated When you're having a bad time. From now on, I'll try to keep up with you, But considering your uncertainty, I cannot promise Not to lose sight of you again. … Continue reading An encounter
En neien Auteur stellt sech op "just thoughts" fir !
While watching the sunset lately, I suddenly started thinking about the inseperable link between the sun and human life, not only in a scientific way, but also in a spiritual and transcendent way. This was the result. A red shade Is wandering through the sky, A time traveller Telling tales and legends … Continue reading Ages of the sun
A road as old as humanity, that has been travelled by all kinds of beings. Soldiers, dictators and nuclear lobbyists as well as slaves, test animals and child workers have known its course and left it covered by scars and blood. Continuing endlessly it touches the very end of the red horizon, crossed by poisoned … Continue reading Chasing the horizon
just thoughts 