I am in love with weeping willows.
I think they are utterly poetic.
Their name only. Sounds like poetry.
And their way of longing along water to fill them in with tears. … More The willow weeps in my heart
I leap into Berlin with a puzzle in mind: Is Berlin made for me and I for it? I leap into Berlin not to get an anwer, but to let the city keep asking me the question. I am making my last spring’s wish true: I am not “doing” Berlin, I am being made by it. … More Speaking from the heart
Clouds are drawing romantic pictures in the Stattsbibliothek’s window. In the Landwehrkanal’s sky set. In between the weeping willow’s tears.
I don’t know if it comes from the Alte Nationalgalerie’s wolken studies a year ago.
I don’t know if it is my love of the word wolke bringing me far beyond heaven. … More Wolke studies
Those words sound like an epitaph of my own grief.
For my first Berlineer journey, I was drained. I wasn’t exploring the world, I was retiring from mine. I was escaping endless chats, constant waits, unconscious pressures.
I was coping with ideas, concepts, dreams I never had, the green city was my shelter. … More Going a song in my heart
This time, every clock is on time, every route is on road, I even have my printed and stamped ticket.
I didn’t miss my bus, even though it almost did miss me. At least for a stretch. Back to school’s fault. But, fortunately, my lucky star protected me and the autobahn ran in front of me to bring me back to Berlin despite almost failed delays and connections. … More Get off to a good start
March carries a different kind of movement. Not rushing. Not forcing. Just the quiet sense that something inside you is ready to move. Yet. You stay still. It is not an explosion. It is not even a flood. … More The quiet rush
We are in a storm We are THE storm
Of unexpecting Of overwhelming Of transcending … More Lightening storm
A foreign word. Untranslatable but familiar. The place you come from. The place which feels like home. The place where you belong and belongs to you in return. … More Heimat
To travel To be traveled by one another As you would travel the world As you would be traveled by the world To reinvent your own heart’s geography As you meet someone As you discover yourself … More Love is an adventure
SomewhereHer heart beats somewhereWhenever a foreign sound hits her earWhenever an unknown turn shows to her eyeShe goesShe has already left Elsewhere She learnsAnywhereShe gets to know herself Where everything blursWhere one day contains endless nights Where nights are rainbows throughout the sky Elsewhere She seeksAnywhereShe looks for herself A constant quest for adventuresExplorationsEmotions A … More Where everything blurs
