BICYCLE POETRY FOR THE BIRDS
I take a sit on the porch of my rolling home. Over 100 horses sleeping in attelage are able to jump out of the deepest dreams on one tour of key in the starter. All is so good. Ambient temperature is reaching 26 degrees Celsius. Berlin is flowering from a few days, air is a smog of pollen, front bicycle wheel stacks between my feet. White glows on my hands, original DDR spokes opener is playing its magical tricks. I pull up one good cooled beer on the porch of my rolling home, more than 100 horses are sleeping tight...welcome Berlin, light up ma joint and liberating this beautiful axe from used spokes and cheap aluminum rim. Next bike in my head. It gonna be a poetry for the birds singing in every park here, no matter the rave beat, clouds of smoked marijuana spiced with sausage barbecue, and mud of fermenting post beer urine. The birds are singing over all kind of human catastrophe. They know they will have peace from us, so they sing no matter what a shit we would create. Oh!...we're not such bad beings, but the birds don't care, for them, we are only noise and stinky dirt. So...the original, very smooth and extremely efficient DDR bicycle tool is playing the show with my fingers, the wheel is going to be dismantled in 30 minutes.
ACTI
GYPSY CORNER IN MECKLENBURG
The sky above this land is mostly blue royal and the clouds of all sizes play fantastic games. The trees, all of them, form the prehistoric nations, always existing in a universal cycle... growing, dying, becoming hummus from which they will reincarnate into trees. Their leaves fall each autumn, they bring nitrogen to the hummus soil, they dissolve and return as leaves growing on the branches of the trees. Every animal living in this forest, if it survives to its natural death, will be reincarnated as an animal... if it is eaten by a human, it will be reincarnated as a human, and the human will be reincarnated as an animal. These speculations, childish and naive, are fundamentally simple and equations of reasons for being.
The lakes of this land will last forever. They are strong and take part in the imperturbable cycle of reincarnation of the forest.
ACTI