Let the rain and the sun
fight it out.
We gain either way

let time and hope
fight it out
We lose either way.

Let black and white
try to merge
We hope wither way

let sounds and quiet
try to merge
We fall either way

let fast and slow
confuse us
we stop either way

let hot and cold
fool us
we march either way

let opposites determine
and seek a reaction
and you get, action

So keeps on turning our ball of life
Facing the moon, the sun,
At times cold, at times hot
And this time hot, very..*
different lifeforms seek shelter
from blazing , merciless rays of life
a cat is sprawl ,lifeless trying to get out of his
unfair fur..
ants are twisting around ,
like a leaf who lost a reason
and so continue this existence
till some drops of hope
will clear way to a washed up future

all crave the moistures of yesterdays
alas, those are long vanished
into a blue vast of cosmic energies
in a predetermined dance
cling to a faint hope
of cooler more logical solutions
And we are tilting between
glasses half empty
and dried-up glimpsy hopes

At times , a faint watery smile
And then, the blazing reality keeps on
turning and twisting all in its way
marking and spotting us all
leaving the world with more questions
than answers ..

translation to my latest post..

"Lena's town
Hanover will be called
there should be a limit to
a planned folishness

wierd temporary voting
a last "we" try-out
erectod ego
in front of posterity-cameras

and what happened?
a rythmic song causes Hysteria
a temporary insanity
reasons for mental dis-clothing
of borders and exactness

and as the year will thaw
mass hysteria is forgotten
the logic will again pay rent
and the razio will re-conquer

but these are good processes
that dictate futuristic sanity
that make and stable real qualities
and cancel temporary drunkness

וכעת תקרא הנובר
"העיר של לינה"
וגם אם זו בדיחה
הלוא יש גבול
להשטתות שיטתית

..בחירות מוזרות,זמניות
נסיון "אנחנו" אחרון
זקיפות אגו
אל מול מצלמות מנציחות

וכי מה קרה?
שיר קצבי, גורם היסטריה
אי-שפיות זמנית מלכתחילה
סבות להתערטלות מנטלית
להפשרת והסרת גבולות ודיוקים

ועם הפשר השנה
תשכחנה היסטריות המון
ההגיון ישלם שכר-דירה
והרציונליות תכבוש מחדש

אך טובים תהליכים אלו
שמכתיביםהתפכחות עתידית
ושמיצבים ומעצבים אכויות של אמת
ומבטלים שכרונות זמניים

Brrr...

Midst February in northern Germany.
The birds have ceased singing, even the worms are craving a shelter.
Stalaktites are hanging their icy head down , as if to thank those freezing temperatures for keeping them alive.
They seem grotesque in their mis-shapen watery non-form.
A quietness of cold tempratures is blanketing the surroundings, leaving all mamals and non mammals tucked safely in their homes or at any warmth giving point.
We, the inteligent species, as we so proudly call ourselves, are left to care for nature and its inhibitants.
3 squirrles have made our trees their definite home, and now each morning I practice to throw 3 wall-nuts at the now frozen snow , and try to get them as close as possible to each other.
To my demise , I discover often, that indeed there was a good reason, why I didnt have a career as a basketball player as the distances between those nuts are to big for comfort.., but suffice it to say that the squirrles ralish those nuts and consume them in a speed worthy of noting.
Also , those poor birds , whose wings are heavy from snow, whose beaks might be used as a can-opener, and whose feathers are cold and britle, yes, those birds need some nourishment too, and so you see many people hanging heavy bags of birds seeds on their trees.
Also, another "blessing" of those bone breaking temperatures, is the frozen car wibdows, that need to be de-iced, so as to give driving a chance.
And so rolls the winter on

allready monday da 15th Februar

And so, the lazy clocky hands , are moving again in this frantic un-controlled dance towards infinity of time, thereby dictating to us, the mere mortals, when to perform certain duties, like eating, cooking, or snow -shoveling.
The Mystery of time had escaped many brilliant minds , and wrecked havoc on other ones. No0one seems to be able to manipulate time , stop it, accelerate it, or do anything to it that nature intended not to.
And so, in this manner the clock is rationing the remainder of the hours, dissecting them to pieces , like the throat of that poor chicken-dinner.

Time for you , is not necessarily , time for me. Who's to say that a passing hour for me feels the same as a passing hour for YOU?
Thomas Mann in his now famous "Zauber-berg" has written a whole chapter of how the time "toys" with us, and how it is actually not a steady component, but rather a tricky ,sophisticated tool that is not always ticking the same way for all. Those timely thoughts were brought to you by the laughing time company!
Good night, knight of the night!

פלפולי מוח

במרכז העגול
צבע חום
מסביבו אטמוספרה חיונית
סובב ומתז הוא
עגולי קור
רוטטים, לופתים
פוגעים מו הסתם
בכוכב שנלכד
והולך כמו שה שוטה
מטעמים ברורים
הוקצו ונוקו כל כורתי הברית