The more I am intrigued by the visual menu this planet has to offer, the more I desire to capture it with my camera and display my own version of it. Browse thru my visions and see the poetry in them, feel the storm and the secret inside of every picture. "A picture is a secret about a secret, the more it tells you the less you know." (Diane Airbus)
Wednesday, 28 December 2011
Wednesday, 14 December 2011
Tuesday, 13 December 2011
Monday, 12 December 2011
Wednesday, 7 December 2011
Thursday, 1 December 2011
Tuesday, 22 November 2011
Autumn limes
With this photo it is my pleasure to introduce my friend G. Ferri. This photo is a first co-product. Further mutual works will be published in future.
Cat
When he comes
He said to me
Love, you will know
when I am on my way
There will be clouds on the horizon
strong winds will blow them across your mountains
The ocean will rise its level
it will arrive at your feet
and kiss them
like I will when I have you in my arms
The bluebird will change its song
your ears will know
your eyes will know
and finally
your heart will know I am on my way.
So I wait
I watch the sky
I bath my feet in the liquid ocean
I listen to the birds sweet song
while I am waiting
for him
Ceylon Storm
Nature takes your breath away with its infinite beauty, especially in a moment when the elements rise and make themselves heard and seen and they scare you, but at the same time you want to be part of them, leave the earth behind and become part of the storm.
Sunday, 20 November 2011
I want to
Who stopped the rain
I want to move
Who filled the rivers
I want to travel
Who paints the grass green
I want to fly
Who decides whom we encounter
I desire to see you
Who rows my boat
I see your face in any ocean
I want to move
Who filled the rivers
I want to travel
Who paints the grass green
I want to fly
Who decides whom we encounter
I desire to see you
Who rows my boat
I see your face in any ocean
Monday, 31 October 2011
Wenn du aufwachst
in der Stunde, in der
die Nacht am Dunkelsten ist
Wenn es scheint, als kaeme
nie mehr ein Morgen
Wenn die Voegel schweigen
und kein Grashalm sich
im Wind regt
Wenn die Staedte schweigen
und der schwarze, sternenlose
Himmel stumm wartet
Wenn du dann aufwachst -
hoerst du nur dein eigenes
Herz,
das dir die Wahrheit
ueber dich erzaehlt
in der Stunde, in der
die Nacht am Dunkelsten ist
Wenn es scheint, als kaeme
nie mehr ein Morgen
Wenn die Voegel schweigen
und kein Grashalm sich
im Wind regt
Wenn die Staedte schweigen
und der schwarze, sternenlose
Himmel stumm wartet
Wenn du dann aufwachst -
hoerst du nur dein eigenes
Herz,
das dir die Wahrheit
ueber dich erzaehlt
Thursday, 27 October 2011
Magic World III
At the border where reality, dream and fantasy fade into each other an imaginary kiss will burn on your lips and a tree will hug you back and whisper your name. His branches will leave traces on your skin.
Sunday, 23 October 2011
Thursday, 13 October 2011
What is left
In the afterglow of the day
you lay me down
to rest in your love
While the world went on
spinning
Our thoughts blendes
our hearts went wild
And in the dark green
remainders of this summer day
life came to life
and my restless soul
floated above
and importance changed
you lay me down
to rest in your love
While the world went on
spinning
Our thoughts blendes
our hearts went wild
And in the dark green
remainders of this summer day
life came to life
and my restless soul
floated above
and importance changed
Thursday, 6 October 2011
Wednesday, 5 October 2011
Friday, 2 September 2011
Sunday, 7 August 2011
Friday, 10 June 2011
SUMMER SOLSTICE
nobody could touch me now
my skin would burst like glass
nobody could talk to me now
the words would cause a
thunderstorm inside my head
nobody could love me now
my heart is spiked with frost
my legs are too weak
to carry the weight
of missing you
I envy the birds for
their unburdened flight
as the pain of the height
of summer without you
cuts through my body
nobody could touch me now
my skin would burst like glass
nobody could talk to me now
the words would cause a
thunderstorm inside my head
nobody could love me now
my heart is spiked with frost
my legs are too weak
to carry the weight
of missing you
I envy the birds for
their unburdened flight
as the pain of the height
of summer without you
cuts through my body
Wednesday, 1 June 2011
Monday, 2 May 2011
Wednesday, 13 April 2011
Wednesday, 6 April 2011
Wednesday, 23 March 2011
Tuesday, 15 March 2011
Wednesday, 9 March 2011
Monday, 7 March 2011
Wednesday, 2 March 2011
Wednesday, 23 February 2011
Wednesday, 16 February 2011
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