En toen deed ze honing in de thee.

The red dragonfly at the little stream underneath the forgotten bridge spoke.

"to see people struggle 

between the old

and the new

ways to live

and to love

inflame the place 

blow spirit into it

blow spirit into them"

before i went down to the beach

The road to Igualero.

i sit on a rock

watching the clouds dance

up the mountain side

they greet the fresh 

morning sun

my lips still prickle

from eating the forbidden fruit

no words can describe

this magnificent view

to be of this spectacle

to be forgotten

to be true

behind me everything is blank

in front of me the highest flank

so i climb 

little by little

to be faded within this riddle

Morning on the needlebed.

clouds have taken over the forest

little drops of water cover me

when the wind blows by

in the night a little animal

woke me up, it crawled from
under my pillow and tried

to get my head aside

i told it i´d be there

only for this night

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along the pathway

beside the willow tree

there lies a pathway

that connects u and me

Pine wood verses.

once again

i have entered

the pine woods on the mountain side

forest and ocean

captured in a single view

i lie alone

with my Mother and Lover

solitude we are

were this island a boat 

i would sail with it north

my body is ready

to carry new life

my soul waits patiently

for that moment to arrive

the branches wave 

my heart feels brave

i`ll have a baby 

with a man

he´ll be my friend

and understand

the father of my child

will be close to see

the little one grow up

they will drink from the same cup

many women will be around

children, flowers and trees

we will grow our own food

build our houses with earth straw and wood

we will drink water 

from the spring

we will make fires in the night

and sing

this child will wander

through the lands

touch the Mother with its hands

soft sunlight 

sweet caress

i will carry you

with the same tenderness

Notes on a jeep trip.

a blank paper 

loads of it

a pen and the ocean

how come these temperatures are so

tender

with my body

how come your fruits and women 

taste so sweet

how come that bird flew so

gently around the splendid

crescent moon?

breezes and waves flow through

my being

the heart is touched

the burden is washed

how come so many humans

create their problems

amidst this wonder

they suffer

but they go on and on

how come the sea keeps always movin

how come no hurricane 

ever comes here

or does it

the city seemed wicked 

when i was with strange people

and now it seems so peaceful

while i am alone in tranquility

this day is sacred

the forest smiled

i crossed the tunnel with a candle

through the belly of the mountain

i walked

the jeep is full with good things

my heart, so free