Welcome!
| 15 Mar 2011 | Posted by tobi under General |
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Imagine a special restaurant
| 14 Nov 2011 | Posted by tobi under Photos, Poetry |

Just inside the entrance - Today's delicate products on display
Imagine a special restaurant
Which only uses natural ingredients
cooks on a wood-burning stove
and the purest spring water one can find.
There you order grilled mushrooms,
grilled vegetables, paella
and baked apples. (more…)
It’s easy to love
| 10 Nov 2011 | Posted by tobi under Photos, Poetry |
You just need to be yourself!
The hard part, however, is to find yourself
And keep that feeling.
But with loving care
it’s easier.
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Photo is © Minkki Huldén (Welcome to her web site mytinypoems.com/.)
Ice and Gold
| 5 Nov 2011 | Posted by tobi under Photos, Poetry |
Longing for or dwelling on yesterday
Is like watching life through glasses,
scratched like the surface of an ice hockey rink
just before the break.
To just live for tomorrow
is like constantly reaching for
beautiful jewels,
which turns out to be crystals of ice,
melts in your hand
and pours away.
You’ll find your own gold vein,
if you manage to live NOW,
but still keep your wisdom
from yesterday and
knowing where you want to be
tomorrow.
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Photos of snow crystals, William Bentley 1902
The time went on
| 4 Nov 2011 | Posted by tobi under Photos, Poetry |
The time has come
| 3 Nov 2011 | Posted by tobi under Photos, Poetry |

Hungry cat in Al Ain, UAE
It’s been about time for quite a while
But you can’t hide from it any more
Like when a starving cat at home
Is totally determined
To remind about itself
Or when you already get close
To the door with the little heart sign
That you’ve been dreaming about
Ever since you sat down
in your car (more…)
Words are like dancing nocturnal moths
| 2 Nov 2011 | Posted by tobi under Photos, Poetry |
The words fly towards me,
swirl around me
like moths
around a lantern
in a late summer night.
Disordered dance,
neither Jenka nor disco .
Possibly Square Dance:
I realize that to some extent
I can control the words
and their order
like the Caller:
Allemande Left;
Heads Promenade!
Confused, I write
a few lines
and go back to sleep.
In the morning
I discover silver dust
on my hands.
The delicate words
have colored my fingers.
Angel on duty
| 2 Nov 2011 | Posted by tobi under Life |
You may become an angel on duty for someone when you expect it least of all…
I was on my way to visit my grandmother and would just call her doorbell, when the door opposite of hers suddenly was opened by a very upset old lady.
- Did you see if the ambulance has arrived yet? I’m afraid my husband just died!
I went after her into the flat. He was sitting inanimate on a Windsor chair in the kitchen. Not a sign of breathing. According to her, he had already been sitting like this for more than five minutes. Although I had basic knowledge of artificial respiration, it felt more natural to support her.
She hugged me, hard and fast. (more…)
In the train – roundtrip
| 1 Nov 2011 | Posted by tobi under Photos, Poetry |

Safa Park, Dubai, April 2011
As the wheels hit the rails,
or the monotone sound of rail joints hitting the wheels.
I close my eyes – and get a wider picture;
I see a veeery long train
one hundred cars, or even more! (more…)
Is it OK if I cry?
| 8 Sep 2011 | Posted by tobi under Poetry |
Love letter to Life
| 9 Jun 2011 | Posted by tobi under Photos, Life, Poetry |

Dancing Dolphins, with and without rings (Creek Park, Dubai, June 2011)
When did I last tell you that I love you?
A full two minutes ago?
No!
I’m sure you know, dear Life, that
every blink of my eyes is a tribute to the beauty in life;
each time I inhale, I pay tribute to the air of life;
every heartbeat is an affirmation of life; (more…)





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