A dove in cold wind

Anyway, i follow my heart, but my brain fights it permanently. 

I guess this is quite appropriate and it comes with my packet.

And it is quite bad, my brain.but functioning.

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.