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... tracing of a first love ....
               ... with images and poems ...

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dance reminiscence

I never danced the waltz again
because I did not hold you in my arms anymore
I never danced the tango again
because the tango made me sad
I have danced a lot in my life
but I never danced the waltz again
and I never danced the tango again


dance of the butterflies

when the butterflies were brought to life in my belly
they danced in the cage of the voices of my selfappointed advisers
I was only seventeen
the butterflies in my belly have now freed themselfes from the cage
and start to dance and dance and dance
far into the late evening


that day

that day I heard you had been with another man
my whole world collapsed
I did not want to admit it

that day I called you to say good bye
I hoped you would not let me go
I did not want to admit it

that day I wrote you from afar
I hid myself behind words
I did not want to admit it


the end is the beginning

the journey nears the end
and the end is the beginning
you have lived a life
I have lived a life
let us life another life together


love does not forget

you had to forget me to be free for a new love
but you did not forget me

I had to forget you to be free for a new love
but I did not forget you

you lived your other life
I lived my other life

now we are free for our love
because love does not forget


love is

how can I be sure that it is not imagination
how can I be sure that it is still the same love
how can I be sure that it will remain the same love

love is

  • After the door to the room with the reminiscenses of my first love was opened 50 years later,
    a flood of 33 poems poured out of this space of my heart - this is a selection

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