Sunday, October 29

Drunkard poetry

Dropping eaves around in the cosy smoky hearty atmosphere of a downtown pub, cheers, liters of beer and shots and dice games, suddenly one starts with a penetrating air:
Wer Schmetterlinge lachen hört,
der weiss, wie Wolken schmecken,
der wird ungestört
die Nacht entecken.

Having fliegende Engelserdbeeren um den Bauch herum so is inspirating.

Wednesday, October 25

Cultural uncompatibility

" Die Deutschen essen, um zu arbeiten. Die Franzose arbeiten, um zu essen. "
Anonymous.