Banana not for every mouth!

Banana not for every mouth!

First of all, take that hand out of my trousers.

Good, If you wonder what that was, yes, it was a big banana and I might be glad to see you but you might not be the monkey to eat it. Secondly you do not come closer than 2 feet to my lips except if you are a chilled glass with a nice beverage.

If you don’t know me in real life; then don’t be judge, jury and executioner on me. Don’t base your facts on a photo; it’s not even a second of a lifetime. If you want to get in touch with me you better have an open mind, a sense of tolerance and respect or you are out.

Don’t you want to be a friend of me? I’ll share some wisdom with you: Accept me like I am; an individual person with a voice and a sharp mind. Continue reading “Banana not for every mouth!”

Transformation of Things

Transformation of Things

Once Zhuangzi dreamt he was a butterfly, a butterfly flitting and fluttering around, happy with himself and doing as he pleased. He didn’t know he was Zhuangzi. Suddenly he woke up and there he was, solid and unmistakable Zhuangzi. But he didn’t know if he was Zhuangzi who had dreamt he was a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming he was Zhuangzi. Between Zhuangzi and a butterfly there must be some distinction!

This is called the Transformation of Things.
(2, tr. Burton Watson 1968:49)

Troy, a kindof special name!

Troy … it’s kindof a special name …
I have heard it before, as the horse of Troy,
but also as Troy in the movie(2) and also with the nice vocals of Sinead O’Connor(3)(only this Troy I know is sure NOT a lawyer!)

Troy, the guy I know, is somebody I will remember for my entire life … He changed me in a lot of things, he learned me to be extrovert instead of introvert. Continue reading “Troy, a kindof special name!”

A poem to a personal friend

What if your heart was a teddybear,
I would not be able to get away or to get near,
So I would need to hug you as close as your heart,
That’s how nice you are, you are somebody apart…

This is not a poem of love,
though a certain freedom I felt .. like a flying dove,
free in the sky, a pleasant feeling, a pleasant stay,
I find it nice to make you that bit happy, all the way … Continue reading “A poem to a personal friend”