Mirror ending love

8. Februar 2016

Smashing mirrors dayly, makes the dream away.

FotoArt (6)

25. Dezember 2015

Hörner in der Nacht Trubel bunter Hochbetrieb Schuppen Schnäbel schnappen Eng umarmt ins Licht Hörner in der Nacht Wirbel der Gedanken In den Orient geblasen

FotoArt (5)

17. September 2015

Hörner der Oase Blond im Freien, flott zum Horn, mit Piraten aus der Bucht. In seinem Netz, taucht der Regenbogen, tiefer noch in sie. Kamel, hat er gesagt, und sie, stieg auf die Leiter, blond im Freien zur Oase, in das dunkle große Haus, wo Piraten sich beraten, über Hörner der Oase.

mémoire miroir (2)

13. März 2015

Bilderbogen Ein Luftsprung ins Glück. Sie entkommt befreit, dem immer goldenen Ort als die Elster, aus ihrem tiefen Flug, endlich höher steigt. Hat die Trägheit einen gleichen Sinn? Warum macht der Andere nichts? Kein Wechsel im Blick zu Zweit. Die Dualität entschwindet als ob das Echo, selbst sich hört. So sehr egoistisch. Doch die Andere […]

Muse Shadows

6. Januar 2014

An angel said again, reality is blind. Pictures never seen, painted all in darkness world, so parallel. And suffer on, to magic mystic energie. Don`t throw her shadows upstairs. Magnetic look, shimmering her body beauty as a brain reflection punch. Darkness own, search the secret on the balance beam lunatic. This fantasy sensation understand, long […]

Distance Flash

12. Oktober 2013

With words electric, finish start again. Written for the people only, never seen and never spoken, invisible in the sky. So dynamic, colourscraped, so impulsiv, without a touch, without a kiss, so smooth as never done. This colourflash reaction, orange hot, as a shower in the brain, makes the fantasy come back again, in red, […]

Couture Rouge

8. Oktober 2013

Sensual emotions in powerful red, meeting moments in seconds only. And all motions slow down out of a tube with a little whole as an endless colourful surprise.

Drive, Drive

5. Oktober 2013

Fast speed on the streets of densy colour fogs, makes the painter happy. When he dreams away in written songs of black and white. When he reads poetic words all along the night sensations. The voice of music vibrant power body still alone to colourful. Go on driving through the streets, sharp dressed in your […]

Whish Words Wave (2)

17. August 2013

Some dreams are so reality. Wake up, in darkness love. Vanish colour covered. Falling endless deep down never ending somewhere . . . there you have to pay the bill . . . bevore you enter. Placeless occupied all in golden fiction seats, far away from her, the nordic Queen you lost in vain. More […]

Occupied

3. August 2013

One only teardrop falling, makes the burning flames not vanish. A golden hair, he found down deep, in the pocket ground. And than, her eyes so blue are shimmering the night into a whishful fallin star. But short, to short. A razor cut this hair down deep so clean the skin. And needles pin her […]