thoughtless abuses

2014

3 v

1983 -1996

3 v

2007 - 2018 12 v

Go forth, burning sighs, to that sweet place. Where it, which does not heed my suffering, remains, so proud to see, and so secure, taking life und its power as but a game. And there, armed with arrows and fire, besiege that hard and adamantine soul. So that it will turn to more merciful concerns, and so that it will take pity on my weakened laments. Go and tell the landscape of my pain, and how I go crying, short of breath. Ah, who hides from me that beautiful, gentle gaze? And then return, with it will tamed, to make my life happy and serene, for now it is loathsome to others, and burdensome to me.

piran, 2021

1 v I fall into the ocean without stopping I sink into the unfathomable depth of your eternity for a moment I overcome the illusion and may taste the sweetness of peace At the same time - my heart is on fire kindled by the love of your sea that touches the bottom of my soul and lifts the veil of truth - for a quick glance ...

2005

7 v

2018

merce cuminhand's great granddaughter performing a highterto unpublished thingy

veli losinj, 2021

1 v I have noticed that the great incomprehensibilities haunt me all over the world

ston, 2019

1 v Probably almost a hundred times I was led through through museums and exhibitions by strangers, by people however who were not able to contact me, to become significant, meaningful for me . Honestly spoken, their language and their actions were of incalculable meaning. By the way I was almost never interested in the content. I don't know why I used the services of these so-called intermediaries. Presumably, to avoid embarrassing situations that would have arisen, if I would not have taken the offer of a tour or explanation.

schleinbach, 2021

1 v We keep looking for something. Or we go looking for the first time. Or we are always looking and cannot end it. For the meaning of life - or for something else. On a windy day that makes the temperature seem even lower, the search becomes more difficult and what we found out could be blown by the wind.

2017 - 2018

3 v An afternoon in Rovinj. Late October, perhaps early November. You are wearing a chic jacket, adapted to the autumn season. Few tourists are on the go. Actually none anymore. I stand on the bank and look out to sea. The sea attracts me, I want to dive into it. I undress on the promenade. There is only the sea and I. And I jump. Without making sure that I can take the temperature of the water. I can. I am swimming. I like the cold. I like the clarity. I like the pure loneliness. I like swimming out. But I also turn back. Again and again. I have changed since immersing myself.