London poem

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The rain-soaked hem of a burkha...
A prophet with megaphone in the pedestrian precinct.
A market crier tries to drown him out.
In the tube a girl put's her make-up on, mirroring in the window.

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a man cried loudly on the street. what had happened to him? he sobbed like a child.

because i wanted to eat my ice-cream undisturbed by lustful glances, i went to the graveyard.

first I thought: "these sprayers really stop at nothing!" dann I recognized that this was a sprayer's grave.

next to my house I saw a girl with a funny telephone (in pink!!!)
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Sorry, dear non-German-speakers, I can't translate this...
But thanks for visiting my blog!

Came so often. Again and again. New. Coming. New. Coming and again new and again coming. Old newcomers.

Do the Haiku!

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Overcast sky.
A mosquito in late august.
Thankfully I'm scratching it's bite.

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"Oasis of inspiration"-tea...
...I can keep on blogging now!....

Badezu-ersatz

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No ersatz, but better than my drugdealer-hood in the rain.

Just dreams?

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I wish to be somewhere,

where I can be weak,

but my weakness wouldn't be exploited;

where I can be pretty,

without beeing reduced to it;

where I can be strong,

without  beeing attacked therefore.

süß, oder?

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Child in Berlin enjoys the snow and its new christmas gift.
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while looking at the picture, listen to the the beautiful
Hot Chip-remix of "Kids with guns" by The Gorillaz
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An old wall without graffity.
Dewdrops on withered leaves.

Ursuppe

herbst in prag