In English

Three Rivers, California (USA), January 2018 Edge of new year, reminiscing and projecting can hardly be avoided; satisfied for achievements of twelve months passed, owning to mistakes done and undone, reveling in success and failure to catch air for the next step. Edge of new year, time for searching my soul time to find out my wishes time to have my feet on the ground time to be alive even without a clear path in sight. Edge of new year even from down below a new day is dawning brimmed with light and joy: life will then be back.

Winter blossoms, February 2018 A second-hand bookstore, smells from distant worlds, scents of fireplaces and laughs, sounds of exotic stories brought into life. At home in the Christmas season, smells of burning Advent candles, scents of food and sweets and games, sounds of music lived in, merry feelings in the air. Feel the life pulsing through you with warmth and color of the holidays in which, unintentionally, living the scents of your memories soothe the chilling coldness of a wounded heart.

Pacific Ocean off Venice Beach, California Flat on your back looking at the sky soft sand beneath. Birds venturing in new skies waves crashing nearby a soft breeze on your skin. Winter inside, Spring outside, a storm brewing in your world images crumbling away. Waking up from another mirage, keeping your pain in check to not let it become pure rage. Sobered up, feet on the ground, no strength to lift yourself, tears blur the blue sky above. Flat on your back music blaring in your head, just keep laying on the soft sand. This, too, will pass, this, too, something to learn and keep going. Just let go.