Fists Over Guns

Because by using a gun you create more distance to your actions, by more distance less pain for Yourself.

Because by using your fist, you´re as close as you can get, exposing Yourself to your fear, taking responsibility for your action, Acknowledging that you´re causing pain the second you punch.

Causing pain is not a one way road.

Thanks to David.

Round Glasses

I was sitting on a bench in front of my favorite café. Thinking as usual. When my eyes crossed the eyes of an elder man with shoulder length, tousled, soft silverish hair...And for a second I was lost in his gaze. He had deep green eyes, the kind of green that reminds me of the color of the water surrounding Sardinia. His glance unified the wisdom, that comes with time and mistakes, and the glowing of a wildly life led by a free soul. His eyes were surrounded by perfectly round bright yellow plastic glasses. The person behind him turned around and looked at me too. It was his wife, she was wearing the same perfectly round glasses. And her hair was shoulder length, tousled and soft but not silverish. But in her gaze I didn´t get lost. In fact there was no gaze to get lost into. And while he was still smiling at me, they walked away and I thought that this must be marriage... If you´re fortunate, you end up looking like your husband and if you´re not blessed with a husband in NYC you´ll end up looking like your dog.

Oscar de la Renta

One Should Either Be A Work Of Art Or

Wear A Work Of Art.

The Great Wall

Buidling a wall is truly a craft. And just like with everything else: Some of us are gifted and some of us not. Some of us have the ability to learn fast, while some of us learn slow and some of us have no ability at all.

We build walls in order to protect ourselves, or at least, nourish the thought that a wall could possibly protect us from intruders and vampires, uninvited guests and monsters, nightmares and daydreams...As a matter of fact in many of our 21st century, oh-so-modern, first and second world countries, some people build walls to keep love away. As the highest highs walk hand in hand with the lowest lows. For fear is stronger than belief and courage.

The same fence that shuts others out, shuts you in.

William Taylor Copeland

Walls are not the answer. They were never the answer between countries and never the answer between people. And yet, when Monsieur Pierrot gave me his answer by telling me that all we would need is a door in the wall - all I could think of was that it was hard enough to build one but to build a door in it, retroactively, sounded to me more like a lifetime challenge than a quick answer to an urgent question - Renovation over new developement.

It might appear easier to have a wall or none at all. Life as we know is about trying to keep the balance and I started thinking about mind numbing questions causing severe confusion in my head: How long did it take me as a mini-me to find balance in order to walk properly on my feet? And how long did I crawl? How many times did I fell, over and over again, before finding a balance for life? And now that I walk succesfully on my feet - more or less to be honest depending on external and internal circumstances - since more than 25 years, how come I don´t even think about keeping the balance anymore?

Yes, we do have answers to the question: What is the perfect Wall? I guess the question is just not the right one.The right one would be:

Who´s in, who´s out?

Imago Dei

Two brave men choose to stand in a ring together, leaving their assigned corner to fight each other with nothing more than their fists. Clenching their fists that shelter their lifes - their past, present and future. Turning them into organic bullets, taking their lifes into their own hands, targeting the other - both with the same intention. Both with the same motivation and passion.

The rivals face is to the combatants life itself. To some even the image of God and therefore prohibited in the past - as disfiguring the face is to them insulting God...

These fighters choose to challenge life in an intimate close - combat, knowing too well that just as in life outside the ring, no fight is bloodless. But fear has no seat in the ring.

Boxing is not only about facing life or punching it in its face, it is mastering the way of life by keeping distance to it, studying it and studying oneself in order to be able to recognize and utilize the momentum - as every rival has its weakness. Leading it, is making the fight yours. Perfectionism is a knock out. Beating life gratification.

In memory of Rocky Marciano, Muhammed Ali and James J. Braddock.

Plain 2

The Difference is Why

Ying and Yang

I love wearing dresses and high heels.

I love make-up for making me look great even when I feel shit.

I love to get lost in my big bag.

I love to cook for my beloved ones.

I love to polish my toenails cherry red.

I love my push up bra.

I love wearing gloves.

I love pampering myself.

I love watching happy-end-love-movies.

I love body lotion.

I love the smell of flowers.

I love being nurturing.

I love fashion magazines.

I love shopping.

I love dessert.

I love little creatures.

My Gentle Man should carry my parcels.

My Gentle Man should always offer his seat for a lady.

My Gentle Man is polite.

My Gentle Man always opens the door for me.

My Gentle Man always puts on my coat.

My Gentle Man helps me with my seat.

My Gentle Men offers his arm.

My Gentle Man is discreet - no "kiss&tell"

My Gentle Man is on time.

My Gentle Man accepts the bill discreetely.

My Gentle Man takes me in his arms.

My Gentle Man sends me flowers.

My Gentle Man knows what he wants.

My Gentle Man has courage.

My Gentle Man fights for me.

My Gentle Man is gentle to me.

The Four Seasons

In times, while walking along the big, wide cobblestone pavements of a city called Life, while looking around, making stops, turning right, sometimes left and sometimes in circles for a while - one would say that with the utmost probability we will, sooner or later, not only get rid of some belongings, but also loose some of them.

Getting rid of belongings is driven on by our choice, whereas the loss of belongings is driven by an unknown force. A natural, subtle force just as foxy fall, wrapping the leaves in beautiful colors and sending at the very same time a warm breeze to seperate them tenderly, effortlessly from the trees. Our eyes are attracted by the varietey of colors overshadowing the bald trees without even concealing them, making us see the beauty in the pain. The dull silence of winter will embrace us with his white down filled coat and at the same time lay between us and the rest, pushing us away with a warm hug, somewhere into the distance, far away from the others in order to get closer to ourselves. And just when we get tired of ourselves, just when our umbilical cord to the world seems to be overstretched, the snow starts melting, turns into tears and we´re ready to arise and bloom again in spring . We´re ready to keep on blooming in glory and pomp, infatuating the air with the pure perfume of our souls - here we are, ready to stand one tree next to the other, flaunting our crowns in summer, reaching the highest highs of our beeings until - it hurts again...

Plain.

Alice in Wonderland

Every once in a while we feel like Alice in Wonderland. Following an invisible white rabbit, falling down the rabbit hole - slowly. We feel pain - endless pain, and on our way down, thoughts in different shapes and forms cross our way. We look at them while we float...or while we pass them. And deep inside of us, we know, that there is no need to hold on to them. There´s no need to look too close , to focus on these thoughts. Because after a bright blue drawer comes a pink aquarium filled with exotic fishes followed by a snow globe carrying a shooting star...Cling on one, would mean missing out on the others...Choosing to study a single piece, would make as much sense as studying a single piece of a puzzle. And just like smart Alice, we should be patient and loose the fear of having lost the ground beneath our feet...A hole is never endless and will only lead to a bottom once we let go and fall deeper and deeper - until at some point, when the white rabbits pocket watch shows the right time, we´re ready to reach the end of the hole - ready to touch the ground again - softly. And only now we can see all the doors we can choose to enter. Falling down the rabbit hole and crossing all these curious objects made us know which door is the right one for us , which lock is the one made for our magic key. And we enter Wonderland...by the very same door we came in, and yet it´s not the same anymore...

Welcome to my world....

My World Recipe

Stuffing

1 Gallon of endless imagination

1 Gallon of liquid non sticky sweet love

3 Big spoons of real courage

3 Big spoons of non religious faith

1 Can of bright white humor

1 Little spoon of ice cold realism

2 Shots of vodka

1 Band aid

1 Scoop of creamy full fat vanillia ice cream

Preparation

Mix everything together

Shake gently and well

Stuff the mix in a typical plain french croissant

Top it with frosty pink sarcasm

And ornament with subtle ironie

Eat it for breakfast, lunch and dinner

Enter my world

Enjoy it forever.