I saw a man shouting at his wife He was shouting at other people too He was propagating his ego vehemently It´s hard to love some people But love it is he lacks Was he sinning in the previous life? Was he a half-nut? He accepted this lousy egotistical game he was behaving like a 2yo It´s strange and almost unbelievable flu, mosquitos, chlamydia, tuberculosis, covid, worms, toxoplasmosis, AIDS and angry people they have been created for some reason

´He taught at an art school Fell in love with her She was nice and intelligent, 14 years younger She fell madly in love with him They had a baby daughter She came from a bigot catholic family Her own parents renounced her A year later she was pregnant again They were struggling His pictures didn´t sell He was weak and tuberculotic And when he died she jumped from 5th floor the next day she couldn´t live without him People´re paying tens of millions of dollars for a single pa

Going on And on And on Nothing´s happening, it seems Yet, so much And it´s happening now! It´s happening all the time! The most ordinary things They are the greatest Yet People stay dumb I really don´t care Their shouting would spoil it all anyways It´s so good It´s grand Half a century gone Still it feels so splendid All the music All the songs I´m drinking from the well of geniuses All the creatings I´m adding to it (humbly) I´m living the way it should be Yes, yes, yes, ye

He created in abundance He created lightly Negligence was his technique There were stains on the photographs form developer He threw them on the ground Walked over them He made his own passe-partouts He constructed his own cameras and lenses He took pictures of ladies at the public outdoor pools He didn´t give a damn about people or fame He lived from tiny state support In a shack inherited from his mum Art was his job Art was his therapy Art was his destiny He wasn´t r

They look awesome from the distance When you approach them Some stink Some rattle like rattlesnakes When you hammer them Most of them are hollow Some have little shrunken rotten kernels inside But they sound very noisy and important It´s seemed gold on the outside that glitters and shine That´s what´s puzzled you

doesn´t mean some original or perverted way while others clapping and shouting It means ignoring the humbuck When they start applauding your work You won´t hear them You´ll be dead

A middle-aged idiot In a cheap old car Going down the hill Listening to Petrucciani He´s got an expensive car parked by his house A middle-aged idiot Driving his car Enjoying the early spring sun The steering wheel and music That´s what he´s got He´s smiling He doesn´t want more He´s an idiot

It´s like a song You have to make hundreds You have to make new and new That´s your destiny Blessing and curse Oh my, oh my

Maybe you have never been given love Maybe you´re ugly Or untalented Ungranted by Gods Maybe you´re embittered Maybe you wanna take revenge Maybe the karma is returning it to you Maybe Maybe But you can do something You can break the circle of curse You can do something with love Start with a smile today Give love Expect nothing It´s hard It´s damn hard But it´ll repay

Cyclists American football players Sprinters Swimmers Ice hockey players Canoeists Kayakists Down-hill skiers Cross-country skiers Shot-putters Speed-skaters Jong jumpers High jumpers Hurdle-runners Javelin throwers Weight-lifters Snowboarders Track and field runners Marathon runners Race walkers Relay runners Biathlonists Triathlonists Pentathlonists Decathlonists Discus throwers Pole vault jumpers Triple jumpers Gymnasts Figure skaters Wrestlers Martial artists Basketball p

You can´t approach them straight away Instead you should show disregard Take the long way round Don´t use shortcuts Or blab out what´s on your mind Don´t be boring Don´t be obvious Don´t be like millions Rather subtract then add Also, you shouldn´t fabricate the known Your ideas should be new Own Fresh

83 elephants will be killed To feed the hungry Namibians There´s been an awful drought Last month Namibia´s used up 84% of food reserves 30 rhinos 60 buffalos 150 antelopes 100 wildebeest 300 zebras Will go with them ´Mommy, why do they want to kill us? ´ Asked the little elephant ´Don´t worry, son, they won´t kill the young ones. ´

The verses The voice The music I was 19 Pure as a baby Standing by the window And it was sunny Always sunny That´s, at least, what I remember 30 years later, the magic’s still working It´s still there If it weren´t it wouldn´t work now What divine music!

You grieve you haven´t made it But does it really matter? Maybe you want to be rich and laze around in abundance Have a look at the rich Aren´t they poor devils? You complain all is boring Look in the mirror and see the boring man You´ve taken a good care about your exterior Never occurred to you there might be some interior You suffer from your deficiency Maybe it´s not too late Fling with the ego Fling with your smartphone too Grab a book Proper book Start reading NOW

Then and now Different Yet, the same Hallo, Mr. Young The only thing you used to want was to write poems forever There were good and bad days And now? You should thank Gods Going on along the way losing dreams losing illusions losing stratum corneum Bit by bit How many more years? Yet Something stays Something unattached Some gentle joy A self-propelling wheel still spinning still spinning

It happens every year We forget fast The miracle´s happened I woke up this morning saw the sun coming up Birds heralding the spring´s begun The miracle´s happened We´ve survived the silly winter The miracle´s happened We´re gonna bathe in the warmth now The miracle´s happened

´You´re a loony´ my wife informed me OK, I am a loony after all, but pretty successful loony, I shall say Today I´ve read about a 40yo doctor axing his lover, because she sent an SMS to his wife Today I´ve read about 50yo lawyer committing a suicide, because he got entangled into something nasty I am neither a doctor nor solicitor I am a victorious loony

´I´m leaving the rats´ race´ read the note left behind A gun shot and then silence He was 32 Many fall for the trap For the glitter They wanna be important They wanna own a lot of crap Remember Socrates? Many fall for the trap They jump into the spinning wheel by themselves You should be happy with yourself Adjust yourself and environment accordingly Nothing else matters Fame and fortune weapons of mass destruction

Life´s just a bunch of days More or less better or worse Every day there´s some challenge One day you win Olympics Second, your wife puts divorce papers in front of you Every day´s a life in short You oughta be damn vigilant not to screw this one Because it´s gonna influence the next ones Any day can be the last What started promisingly Can stop at once Even the worshipped stars They have their own hells and crosses You just don’t see Every day is a gift You´ve bec

I went out I was feeling the cold I was feeling the sun I was hearing the birds I saw dirty sidewalk after the winter I saw the half-rotten leaves and grit I walked in the shade while wanting to be in the sun I came into a building Grabbed hold of a basket Put bananas there Bread, yogurt, cheese, eggs and coffee I paid I walked out I crossed the road to walk in the sun Hoping some clever ideas would occur But they didn´t occur didn´t try to force it Maybe they´ll arrive tomo