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Run as fast as you can
Run to the place you´ve never been before
Be quick and give me your hand
Let´s leave this place and go for more



William Wordsworth

”Two voices are there; one is of the Sea,
One of the Mountains; each a mighty Voice:
In both from age to age Thou didst rejoice,
They were thy chosen Music, Liberty!”


Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

“Neither a lofty degree of intelligence nor imagination nor both together go to the making of genius. Love, love, love, that is the soul of genius.”

Napoleon Bonaparte

“If you wish to be a success in the world, promise everything, deliver nothing.”


All the reasonings of men are not worth one sentiment of women.

Walt Whitman

I have no chair, no church, no philosophy,I lead no man to a dinner-table, library, exchange,But each man and each woman of you I lead upon a knoll,My left hand hooking you round the waist,My right hand pointing to landscapes of continents and the public road.Not I, not any one else can travel that road for you,You must travel it for yourself.It is not far, it is within reach,Perhaps you have been on it since you were born and did not know,Perhaps it is everywhere on water and on land.


I want to be taller, I want to be thinner,
I want to be invisible sometimes I want to be a singer
of a famous band, I want to dance
I want to play the guitar and I want to have fans
I want to write songs to free my mind
I want to improve my English for adequate rhymes
I want  to eat chocolate whenever I dare
not only when my  boyfriend dumped me because of his affair
with my best friend I want to pretend
to be someone else sometimes to hide
from my pride to be optimistic
always and every time

I want to be able to read peoples mind and then to
delete memories of what i didnt like
to hear from them and about me

Imperfection is my dress, occassionally
which I hide deep in the closet
next to the scarf which I confess conceals my precariousness
perfect I want to be in many things

I think, or outstanding or above the standard
or at least not bad..ahh I want to be more self-reliant before I go mad
of wondering about everything anybody said
about me, being freed from necessity
of  the veracity
of every step I take before I leave footprints in eternity
fervently I want to make mistakable mistakes,
to antagonize the fear they bring around when they appear
without invitation
desperation spreads when I realise that there is more than that

I want
like 36 hour days instead of 24
but 24 as an unchanging age would be worth wishing for
endless study to feed my appetite
of knowledge and literature and languages worldwide
like Milton a six year programm of self-directed reading
to follow my books pleading
from the cupboard, whispering read me read me
just like wilde Joyce, Shakespeare William whose words worth
reading are the dancing daffodils like the stars of the milkyway
it delights me not only in tranquility
of my passion born within me suddenly
the trangression of certainity to a tighttrobe walking
falling or applause
irresolutely my thoughts are lurking
what I want is obvious
tedious I am
waiting for time to come
as she is the only one that I admire
for always making the right choice of my wants
and desires

written by Wortverliebt 16th July 2011

by Wortverliebt –> German poem

Bodies in the sand

People gathering at the Copa Colana Beach
enjoying their drink with flavor of sweet peach
Their bodies in the sand alone
to let their skin tinted with ozone

Day by day night by night
Debating on figures,
shares and selling
while other souls do not feel right
With blankets to hinder the
cold from coming inside
the collapsing dwelling
longing for rays of the sun

People at the Copa Colana Beach
enjoy their coconut drink
while their bodies in the sand
get tinted like the skin of some desperate souls


Wally in the Wonderland

Wally was a bird in a tree
with some glasses on his beak
tweeting about his need to be free
because there’ s a land to seek

Wally was told about the land
he should see
he was told about the birds and clans
he could meet

Wally was a bird in a tree
with some glasses on his beak
tweeting about his need to be free
because there’ s this land to seek

Wally was told about the wonders
in the land of wonders
wondering which wonders he could find

Wally found a key in the tree
to open the big black gate
he realised when he left the tree
that this forever was  his fate

Wally the bird who left the tree
was in the wonderland
full of wonders, sunlight, flowers sweet parfumed
and other birds singing songs of finest tunes
but what happened in the wonderland

Wally was in the wonderland
full of wonders, a host of roses, violets and honey bees

And Wally wondered and felt unease
a wonderland but without trees


sophisticated simplexity

Girls with shiny pearls

pearls vs poetry

It looks so complex
simple as can be
sophisticated simplexity

when flowers tiny seeding and sunshine weather
try tenderly to kiss each other
then nothing and nobody dare
to tear apart handshakes of love n´care
even creatures creepin around should look up
to greet and see
this sophisticated simplexity

so come with me to look inside my inner life most inner soul
a healin´ scar revealing what aching pain I used to go through some time ago
she was not
that kind of glitter glamour girl grabbing for any sort of shiny pearl

it looks so complex
simple as you can see
sophisticated simplexity

that anti-glitter anti-glamour girl and not grabbing for any shiny pearl
made me smile
and made me wait for a never-ending while

bleakest sorrow phase
she left last summer season
my warm embrace
without given reason

complex as can be
that shiniest girl
fading feeble pearl
sophisticated simplexity


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