Putting on…
Okay, okay, it might be a bit too high up the dream ladder checking for a room at The Ritz in London – for my one opera evening in October: Carmina Burana – but with 3000 GBP for the superior …
Category: Artful
Musings on arts of all ages, and at times creating art with words – literature – myself.
I must be diabetic
Why would anyone creative bother with writing hundred pages?! It is either world war or civil war. The human race is not made for peace…or rather life without ambition, let alone without competition. And there it was again…A ridiculous sign …
Europe in turmoil
Watching the Eurovision song contest…and noting down the songs I like – love, passion and….only Finland had to forcefully beg for marriage and have two women kissing at the end of the performance (what a cliche…)…but what can you expect …
[J]Boy-ride
There was a man on the train today. We came back from London too early this afternoon. Returns are never too crowded.Strangely his socks were the last bit of him I noticed. Purple stripes. While I found a seated position …
On the morals of good bye
Oh, my King, what has become of Thy kingdom?The memory is still all around.It is not only my brother who has to learn to finally let go of a past which has faded beyond human comprehension. Letting go, so others …
Gently gliding fade
Careful, only as a shaver can slide up her legs, time passes as it never returns, body lotion only on the replica A spring evening, instead, I want to watch Sunset Boulevard for its kitsch where is it calling me, …
Of what evokes passion…
…in art
Veritas vos liberabit
How I managed to make…out of a dozen bitter sweet oranges….metaphorically speaking…carrot juice today, I do not know. I don’t even drink vegetable juice.Probably only one of the many talents I posses, to balance my flaws.At least, some people have …
Violation of myself
Walking.WorkWet…Walking ten miles without the usual poetic exaggeration MusicMarzipan tea No, not mozzarella…. but opera Rosa del ciel – an egg for free – the cab driver staring into my eyes – empty it is not or here
A day before deletion My queen suffers from a severe kind of morning sickness. She called for her ladies in the darkest full moon night. Rumours go that another dream has died in her, without warning. The girls found the …