Berlin Leipzig Berlin


Is the name of my cat

As it does not answer

To its birth name

 

It is a difficult creature

Much given to fighting

With other stray cats

In the small corners

Of my prison

 

The Figs of Europe

You know that Europe is dead

And I am impatient to end it

 

What would you replace it with

 

Figs

 

Why figs

 

Because figs are a passionate fruit

 

 

Blind Photographer

I am told that I am a talented photographer

People like what they see

I am told that I have an eye for beauty