I want to live in a world
in which there is a you
and in which there is a me
and sometimes an us
and not only
when the sun shining
but also in shadows.
I want to live in a world
in which we can meet
and share our cinnamon
and wine at midnight
and in which I could
walk on to you
and also leave again.
I want to live in a world
in which this dream
is not dead yet
and in which the path
is not burned yet
but ready to be taken
by one of us some day.
„I don‘t want to live in this world anymore“, I tell my witch, as if it was something new.
My witching autumn desk
This was my longest quiet. My witch took a few weeks off. I have a lot of things to say, dark and urgent things! But my health made me pause everything. The first time in my life I’m saying that. I’ll be back in the next few days! Until then, enjoy the witching mood at…
Why do we stop doing things?
“When for health reasons we stop being ourselves, what is left then? ”, I complain to my witch just when the cold and dark season is ready to arrive. I am usually decorating a cake when the message I am dreading arrives. The pastry bag in hand, I read one cancellation after another. Of course,…
When we fall …
Who’ll be thereWhen we fall?Who will comeTo catch us all?Who’ll be thereIn the end? Late at nightI hear his voiceAnd I know thatHe waved her goodbyeThrough the noiseOf a world turning away. Laughter fromA window aboveBlurry lightsAnd I know thatShe gave upon loveRight there. And I wonderWho’ll be thereWhen we fall?Who will comeTo catch us…
