I’ve seen a lot of Beauty-Faces



I’ve seen a lot of beauty-faces
but never such a face like yours
has crossed my way
it’s the face of a mystic
like I assume Clara would have looked like
cleared by a lot of life
looking at you heals and wounds me at the same time
your play is amazing and awesome
watching the change in your play of features
is for me as fascinating as looking out of my window
observing the permanent change of light and darkness
the flying clouds and birds in the sky
from one sec to another your eyes seem to promise everything
flirting and kissing
you know the whole range of femininity


A New Morning


more than ever
your vulnerability
freaks me out
your deep wisdom
I can’t fathom
I feel you more than ever
your strength to dare
to become yourself
deep inside we know
we are free in ourselves
I know I can’t hold you
I don’t try it
but no other city can give you
a home
like no other person can do
love grows only in freedom

I would like to tell you so much
about my love to you
but I don’t want to spoil it
indeed the more open you become
the more you are a mystery to me
and now I have to wait
I don’t know for what
maybe for a new morning
and another one
for other months and new opportunities
longing to forget you
that someone else finds my heart
that I can live again

among people


I sat long on hard rock
lonely I came back
to you people
I have seen deeply
and I have fallen deeply
and look
I saw men
who gloated over power
and didn’t think about their ending
they played careless with trumpery
they didn’t see what is standing
behind everything
and has value
I look for women
they had less time than men
they were tougher
and err back and forth
for themselves
but they had lost themselves
I ate something in a snack-bar
and asked an old woman
to look after my meal
because I had to left for a moment
her look was friendly
she nodded to me and opened her
toothless mouth
her benignant eyes were broken
and knew life
she gave me
what women and men
which I met before her
couldn’t give me
and she didn’t know it