my little abode

as big as the whole wide world,

the place I call home

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Headless South Africa

when our rainbow burns

tears of all our shades are shed

where are our leaders?

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Dresden 1990

a balcony fell

sometime in the last decades

still just lying there

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On Trump and the Pope

to uphold them both

money and religion need

artificial walls

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In Austria: March 1989

the colourful roof

of Vienna’s cathedral

greets me good morning

Milos: August 1999

old women in black

baking bread in the caves

olives on the hills

Voice of the nation

can you hear us now?

not too much to laugh about

time to make a change

Matterhorn: April 1991

took the train that day

trough the woods and icy Alps

to snowy Zermatt


the land of the free

only for guns and Christians

others not the dream


balancing the stones

finding each one’s special place

centering the core

The boy

so beautiful to see

the pure heart of a child

even when he cries

Olive tree: July 2000

in Gethsemane

I touched an old olive tree

history alive

Amsterdam: July 1990

where spirits run free

in the city of canals

souls are being caught

Leipzig 1990

in such stark contrast

ruins reflecting in the glass

of new constructions


clouds against the sky

hills on the far horizons

close by too much pain