I passed a postwoman this morning It was early she already delivering I passed a postwoman this morning The roads were wet And my car had been cleaned I passed a postwoman this morning I had to avoid driving too close behind cars not to dirty my car I passed a postwoman this morning I also passed a traffic light and I had green And they moved a speed camera to the beginning of the village I passed a postwoman this morning There was slight drizzle But warmer than a couple of d

Wanna be famous? Wanna be rich? No, no, no, no, no We can´t allow that It´s for the chosen only Or the sharing ones Not you, silly!  Not for you!

Grow a big heart and a big brain It´s strange how the heart and brain shrink When you chase money Money won´t last   A thought is mightier than a buck And that is my relief Because the rulers are shrewd But not wise

If you create You have to create alone If you go out with your art It´s like going to a market They backbite and gossip your stuff Simply not that it´s bad But to get rid of you   Van Gogh Bach Bukowski Kafka E.A.Poe Thoreau Darger Vermeer Keats Nick Drake   Don´t give up Fame means nothing Go on creating Stay calm You haven´t been creating for the crowd anyway Crowd don´t understand art   Go to your stool Start now Start again   Future will tell

I don´t believe you can be a good writer at 20 What do you know about life? The stuff you´ve read That´s not life The stuff you´ve experienced so far That´s not life You must be older Much, much older to know something To write down the real stuff Not just some hardly-worked up nicely-sounding eye-exhausting yawn-bringing  jerkings of ego

A blank page on your screen A blank canvas on the easel A guitar in your hands Summer morning new beginning  new possibilities A baby being born Shiver going down your spine The creator´s paradise The God´s plan

There´s big wisdom in modesty Letting them go Letting the others overtake you Knowing there’s nothing there in the front (when you turn around they´re not the first, but the last)   And maybe the finish line isn´t anywhere Maybe it´s inside of you

The ducks are standing by the sides of the road The male on the right-hand side The female on the left-hand side The male is staring at the field The female is staring at the male They are motionless, like statues I swoosh right between them wondering what the argument might have been about

You can´t live forever No, you can´t Think of it How long would you like to live for? 100 years? 200 years? 300 years? Have you seen the old J.D.R.? Would you like to scare children? Or would you like to look like a mummy?   Forget it Don´t be childish You´ve got enough time To make something out of you Leaving something here   Or just live   Don´t waste your time   Do you understand?

Prying in the past Just to know who you are Basically, most things you solved impulsively Haven´t given them much thought The life´s been interesting But whose hasn´t Sometimes a thing surfaces you´ve considered long past forgotten Being a poet you sometimes feel like Sherlock Holmes

Thank you, David Thank you, Eric Thank you, Mick Thank you, Michel Thank you, Ray Thank you, Elton Thank you, Tina Thank you, Wolfgang Thank you, Antonin Thank you, Joe Thank you, John Thank you, Jim Thank you, Mark Thank you, Robert Thank you, Roger Thank you, Stevie Thank you B.B. Thank you, Janis Thank you, Jimi Thank you, Freddy Thank you, Axl Thank you, Ozzy   Without your music life would be nearly unbearable

They got rid of all the poets Big Brother did They couldn´t allow any free spirit   But after some time They found That all the tamed stuff bored them   So they planted new poets

Don´t have to seek the ultimate Don´t have to strive for the top it damages your body and/or soul Don´t have to try to be the best Don´t have to carpe diem, you´ll burn the wick too quickly Don´t have to run a marathon every day, your hips won´t thank you Don ´t have to chase the girls like mad or go to a cave to live a life of a hermit Don ´t have to stay at work until late Don ´t have to make millions, that´ll only spoil your wife and kids Don ´t have to create another Sist

It´ll make you mightier, yet It´ll make you weaker It´ll make you wiser, yet It´ll make you dumber It´ll make you more capable, yet It´ll make more unable It´ll make you more independent, yet It´ll make you more dependent It´ll make you quicker, yet It´ll make you slower It´ll make you richer, yet It´ll make you poorer It´ll make you bigger, yet It´ll make you smaller It´ll make you braver, yet It´ll make you more timid It´ll make you more serious, yet It´ll make you more rid

10% of all the stuff is worth something 10% of this 10% might be brilliant You simply must produce in abundance Nature does it the same way Everywhere you look There´s so much average So much ugly So much dispensable But here and there You see a woman or a flower or a tree Of striking beauty You can´t tear your eyes form it You are mesmerised you are stricken This is it! this is love this is life this is God it doesn’t need any explanation any commentary any manual create lik

When I read Buk or Schop It's like my twin talking Or me looking into a mirror It's like cogs in a watch fitting into each other It's true I've been bread on them But still The accordance is striking

I was sailing on a country lane Morning light just coming up Corn field being freshly harvested I saw a lonely little fawn by the road he was curiously staring at me me, a stupid monkey moving in a tin four-wheeler ´Nothing to envy´, I told him and went on

Another day Another life Another opportunity Maybe the meaning is not in the finish line Maybe it´s in the journey To live here and now Feel it Never try for extra Never try for more Don’t try to be the first Let the bunch of sweatters overtake you Let them have their champagne and caviar Let them have their heart attacks and strokes Keep calm and carry on Keep calm, bro Create your little star each day Stay in your world Stay in your shell Out there even the beauties can kil

Going out in the morning in a town of Mikšič to buy burka sir Mixing with the locals Felling the warmth Seeing the shabby concrete buildings Hearing the birds This is life This is it! This is it! It won´t be any better It can´t be   To every better a disaster is attached   So be aware   I am aware Aware of space and time    I am very aware

He´s there again In our bed It´s his Holy Grail And despite of sleeping all night And most of his day He´s gonna sleep here tonight Sprawling on his back My hand on his chest Energy flowing And you can see how happy he is He´s reached his Holy Grail now He´s happy