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After the endless days of rain for weeks and can be extended with the dogs again Waldg & # 228; length to address. Even the cat calls, albeit briefly, of sun rays. In the forest you can hardly recognize the old ways again - all overgrown, concentrated, and the corn fields at the edge of the forest man's height. You can not see everything the forest for the twigs. Then I think: I'm not doing it really well - sometimes ... At home

have accumulated superfluous things you no longer needed. The Spring cleaning has been forgotten anyway. In the basement is stacked waste paper, empty cans and bottles. Urlaubsmitbringel of recent years are gathering dust on a shelf next to some old TV serials. The drawers are overflowing with cans and bags of things that really belong in a museum. My God! how again does an Atari? What I heard all these chargers? I have no idea to what the device actually belong. The cell phones are not a long time. Fairly short-lived, this full-body cell phone.

But if we already abusing the forest path to forge plans for cleaning up: There was still this guy with my last girlfriend ... I'm still in my address list - delete including the same. And for years it drags the most long invalid phone number of the first ex with him. Well, the neighbors I let it - can be that of Gerd can help change the tire next door again :-)

P's address - yes, I've never wrote back ... always something intervened. So long ago, now I do not know, how I could tie. Too bad, but whatever. Get rid of it. Versiebt is versiebt.

muck Yes, address books and contact lists. Then networks and communities consider - here it is worth very much to clean up properly - but not really because you know personally. This time-consuming competition entries as well - finally time for other things. What still surprises me about the communities that there are often people click from morning to midnight, give a status after the other and how to distribute wild heart - although still have a shop or have a booth in the market to their Laptop tied around the neck?

With one hand on the cash customers - with the others in the community?

I often have the idea that communities are a huge shopping area with full costs and empty shops. I mean, when making for all the great things that they always write. Or tell of a life that no longer exist long ago? Maybe play some kind SimLife on the net? Now, what is real and what is not?

should leave the door always open but we have some nice people - but what? Kurt and Rita, Bernd from Frankfurt, Esser family ... oh yes, Omi.

Nothing to write it in the woods. We make a knot in his ear. I'll probably still keep on my return in the short-term memory have. Let us return to nature - to open their own blinders and relaxation.

Actually, it's terrible that the net always accompanied me, even here in the sticks throwing, or is it just a simulation? I might just now my contacts posted that I go with the dogs in the woods? For a moment, shook me to the crazy idea that I sit at my PC and just imagine being here in the woods.

tired worn out and the dogs pull me home. Everyone gets something to drink, I shower me extensively and then lie down comfortably with the cat on the sofa. And in the end everything remains the same - we let the thicket of woods and networks continue to grow and prosper. In the autumn the leaves fall from the tree without my help.

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Puck Green Forest: Litha

A digression - the letter regarding

A little too lazy to write, but I might paint by. What we take for the occasion? Dark tones for the environment ... yes ... Purple and black. First the background ... one might suspect rocks and trees, large trees. Maybe a pine forest. Up in the middle I put a soft-yellow-white moon ... almost completely round ... nocturnal cloud streaks in powdery gray.

Imperceptibly Gradual tones the center of the image there ... and there goes by: vermillion and orange ... bright yellow ... I clap really a big fire to the canvas. This is a center who catches the eye on the rather cool background composition ... But now I push a lot of spots on the range ... many bright colors. So now line to line - there are people from it. You sit around the fire ... beautiful Laugh ... . Eat Others stand and gaze into the flames, fascinated and carried away ... Children sit anywhere in between. Because these instruments have on the log ... small drums and flutes ... the woman I agree with a Celtic harp ... as the man next to it.

Not so easy with the strings ... but anyway we only see the reflections of the fire on it. That's a lot of life on the canvas ... a group of people dancing ... yes dancing it the old fashioned way, in a circle. Like me! As can be pivoted cup and it will be refilled ... I painted a couple of kegs quickly. You hear the crackling of the flames right ... one sees that is sung. They sing ... well, they sing of old memories of friendship and solidarity, they touched on far away - not only for this life ... they sing for the light that decreases again that night because the days are getting shorter again.

you swear to that inner light and warmth to their songs ... because that will never decrease, they know it. Animals have been missing, I actually manage several large and shaggy herding dogs, which are gorged on the side and batting happy while you sleep with the legs ... completed. The things I leave lying here ... who has ideas, they simply bring to the screen.

light and heat ... for us more of course ... or no longer bound by time. For the ancients, it was different. Vital and so precious ... and so they celebrated the solstices ... we It will now not be able to understand how they felt and what was it meant for them. When we see a camp fire or consider a long open flame, we may come to an idea ... a feeling. It's always good to meditate on some concepts such as friendship or light ... they really engage and to be aware of their true nature. Makes from the words not picked chips that pass from hand to hand and have little value except that they rattle nicely in the hand.

you all a Merry Litha ...

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(Lithafest This is one of the eight witches Sabbaths and feast , which is celebrated at the summer solstice on 20 or 21 June. This feast is celebrated alongside the traditional midsummer celebrations in Scandinavia and in Germany.)

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Manfred Dechert - At the poet colleague with the rolling R

If travel time dead cars
Surprised us well, this behavior
Sits offer, and a poet in there
results in a bizarre
sense something bizarre little morbid, but - much more beautiful than
theologian drivel
If a good writer is on vacation -
drawn in home, in his city

If Ringelnatz for times may spend a day
The world somewhat chaotic
crazy things touch the heart now
Will he lead us to new rhymes
K. If poets now looking over my shoulder -
I know this poem is built
fresh in his mind only forward and rolling rrr ... And you do your
Rhyme but not as schwerr .. If

times dogs Porsche driving
Will keep some energetic
However, the question was more to the effect -
Running of the dog drivers vooorheerseeheend
running so then he is always aware of traffic
radiated animal friend I have it already knew but often let
animals to the control - This animated
the streets but immensely

When times the world seems quite mistaken
And with wonder or look now united
asks the irritated Street People
Is the love madness now even longer -
Or their everyday routine madness again -
No, then let it rather
animals dead poets and madmen
pilots of our hearts be

When the poet K.

friend with a joyful step
And rolling back into the R square now appears
rested and fresh with snappy word
he tells of literature talks there
Before he unpacks his limericks and
Ü ; berzieht and coats and coats -
he is loved by us just because
If a good poet of over holiday -
drawn in to his home town

Note: The Poet "K" in the fall of the poet colleague Adolf Schlecht, also a member at the Mannheimer "bandits", who died eighty years old. Schlecht was a Mannheim original literature, which argued in the tradition of Heinz Ehrhardt verses, rhymes, limericks and prose, and "the literary Square", a literary meeting, initiated.
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Laughing attracted affluent fools
once a heavy carts piled high with things

they do not want to do without
on vets , LER, and mountain heights.

But they thought that this was only half full and vehicle
worthless. Other
fools told them what they desperately needed more

to the circle of illustrious thinkers claim
follow suit.

As they ran, how they managed
how they snatched money!
Everything possible is bought
and then loaded on the truck until it finally
overflowing.

Rejected panting is then
to the load on mächtge
departed and pushed her back and dragged
ran across,
tipped up the cart sideways
and buried her among themselves.

escape unscathed, but are slightly dizzy
the wagon they
to see how a noisy
lands just a part of the possessions in the past
flowing stream.

As he slowly along
stood on it fools the father actually said
It is quite true that the clutter
went swimming.
Because with less ballast
you can move better!

What they needed was also important
it was them but still.
However, he must ask himself: Is it possible to fool because

teach or even convert them?

What they experienced, whether they know `s?
That's not predictable.

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Puck Green Forest: What if ...

... Cheops had not listened to his architect,
Cleopatra ... not the idea had with the carpet, would
... Alexander would rather have hung out in the taverns,
... Montezuma would have been decisive,
... Gaius Julius Caesar on the day had stayed home,
... the Hebrews not been captured would
... Theodoric would have died as a child ...
Boudicca would have won their battle,
... if ... if ... if ... where we were, I would, would you be?

Wen we loved, loved you ... whom I loved ... ? Who You'd be
, we would - we were the ones we are?

© Text courtesy of Puck Grünenwald