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Price Tag

You can’t put a price tag on genius. Or can you? I guess, it all depends if someone is willing to pay for it. Klicken Sie auf den unteren Button, um den Inhalt von Soundcloud zu laden. Inhalt laden

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fall

fall. leaves fall down as gravity takes over. the temperature drops. i, too, feel the desire to lie down. maybe take a nap. preferably ‘til next spring. but the luxury of hibernation seems to be reserved for bears and other furry creatures. rains fall. their little brother, mist, veils the landscape. and its veil remains […]

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On. Immersed. Off.

Life is led in three states: On. Alert. Awake. There. Fully present. Immersed. Occupied. Busy. On the go. Off. In meditation. Asleep. Fully relaxed. Which one, do you spend the most time in? Which one the least? And which one would you profit from spending more – or less – time in? There is no […]

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Bad intent, good intent

A little while ago I accidentally hurt a wise man. My mouth was faster than my brain. Before I could stop, I had uttered words that were not supposed to be uttered. I excused myself stating that I had no bad intent. That it was an accident. That I meant well. That I was sorry. […]

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Too warm, too busy, too many excuses

Too warm. I like summer. The heatwave hits Europe. And I admit that I now understand the siesta culture in hot countries. I do not want to admit it. even to myself. I do not want to join in the choir of complaints. I love summer. Still my productivity drops. Too warm. Too busy. A […]

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Hey stranger

Hey stranger. I saw you only three days ago. Yet it feels like at least thrice as much. We talk on the phone. Via messenger. So do not feel that I complain about that. In fact I am glad. It seems productivity takes space as well as closeness. And my creative well is flowing over. […]

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Seeing for the most part is not truly seeing

Seeing for the most part is not truly seeing. Every day my eyes are covered by a filter. It is called routine. Determination. Getting from A to B. Not deviating to look left or right. Efficiency equals tunnel vision. But sometimes, though rarely, the shutters go up. Which permits life to get to me. Touch […]

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