Category: Writing

  • Deutschland, Deutschland

    Deutschland, Deutschland

    Deutschland, Deutschland, how has it come to this,That thoughts of your dense forests cast me into a deep nostalgia?As I push through the fog of the Czech Republic,Unstoppable, advancing into your leaf- and needle-clad woods,The last rays of the year pierce the clouded sky,Dancing between branches that sway in the wind.And so, your sight appears…

  • Wild Love

    Wild Love

    Oh, wild lovewhat have ye brought meExcept misery and pain Your promises in springSo hollow in fallSo cold in winter So pure –the immortal Godsweep in your presence Once touched by your loveOnce yearned in your heartThere is no way back And the sun will setWithout a careIn the world You will be thereexperiencing the…

  • Freight Trains at Dawn

    Freight Trains at Dawn

    Wild blossomsIn the midst of winterWhere darkness meets cold You’re demanding to be saneIn a world that’s made for madness;Clawing out your eyes. There you goVivaciously drunkSex — more intoxicatingThan wine. In another worldWe would have watchedThe freight trains pass byTogetherAt the gloom of dawn And you would have saidTo me“Look, here they come.”As you…

  • Confessions of a Student of Life

    Confessions of a Student of Life

    “I am a student of life; nothing more, nothing less.” As I wake up in this sun-drenched bed in the city of Buenos Aires my mind turns towards the beautiful things in life. And as I lay here, knowing full well that I should get up and get going, I simply remain. I simply remain…

  • On Accepting Life’s Invitations

    On Accepting Life’s Invitations

    Once in a while, the universe throws certain invitations your way, to test you, to see if you’re ready to receive the gift that is being offered to you. You may choose to accept or you may choose to decline. Your choice will determine the quantity and quality of invitations you will receive in the future. So, choose…

  • Why write

    Why write

    I asked myself this question today: why write? Why write at all if I generate 1000 words per minute with ChatGPT? Why write at all if no one will ever read it? Why write…? The answer to all of this — my answer to all of this — is: because it helps me think and organize my thoughts.…