Centre Pompidou

Futuristic dimension, just a bit pompous, a bit ugly.  I quite believe it should be ok for a huge city like Paris as a cultural center. I should have visited the exhibitions i could appreciate. Unfortunately i am quite unable to experience modern arcitecture and graphic design as inspiring. And i am not interested in the theory of art or in art as art. The adventure of life is enough, i do deal badly with more abstraction and estrangement however daring the constructions may appear.

Paris,2014, much later

I do not know how much of my lifes is left now.

i felt 

as if it is not so much anymore.

Some years ago during an accident 

i recognized that 3 of my 12 lifes had left in one moment.

Now ? 6, i don't know.

And i don't know why i should care for it so much,

now. Maybe tomorrow I'll care. 

A ship was whirling up dead autumn leaves on the Seine,

and i watched them sink, drown, disappear.

Good night.

Paris,2014

Near Notre Dame, a double coffee six euros.

My life can not be balanced by euros,

and my heart cannot be paid.

It will remain open just the same as my mouth

which should be shut most of the time.

But i am the one to decide.

And feeling is the first thing for me.

All else is secondary.

Paris, 2014, a journey against odds, aren't they all?

I thought i come here pure and in a new innocence.

Ready to experience. i am, but . 

The past spoils the present,

only me thrown back to myself,

and a sadness goes with this.

I share my life with myself. 

I wanted for once something else,

share my complete being with another one.

This appears now impossible.

Alas, i changed already, so it is not so hard to bear.

Just hard.

I enjoy my coffee in this shabby bar.

Good morning, Paris,

I don't belong here.

Good morning,

....