emo-newt and ritalin-bird

„finally arrived at the beach, even if its not the ocean… not yet …“, I thought. Anywhere, a few kilometers behind the Dutch-German border, I built up my tent with an awesome view over the Rhine-river while enjoying a cup of red wine and watching ships passing by. Listening and harkening is my motto for … Continue reading emo-newt and ritalin-bird

a rolling stone gathers no moss

I'm sitting in front of my imaginary Mind-Map. Sorting thoughts, brooding about things, biking near the fields of my homeland, looking on Woody while he lolls about the grass. I enjoy watching him, keeping on brooding, smiling, gaping about the power inside him… Woodstock… My baby, my dog, my everything. Doesn’t matter what it will … Continue reading a rolling stone gathers no moss