I leave the lutheran bells ringing clear, behind, the sky a dull lead blanket, but soon I see the green shoots: Nature, the knowing lover, is holding them back, in this chilled Sunday morning, as if to moderate our impatience. She knows how to prolong the foreplay, make us wait, nurse our lust, dream of … Continue reading Afrikanische Straße
Diary
A Walk in Sacrower Schloss Park
The leafless trees look over the park, serenity reigns. Not quite free of ice, the Havel flows, almost with an excuse: it may be February, but winter is far from over. In the distance, through the mist, one can guess at the Glienicker Brücke, the bridge of spies. Many years have passed since then, since … Continue reading A Walk in Sacrower Schloss Park
Reflections in a Mirror #WritersWednesday
We retrace our steps, without intention, it just happens: suddenly we see ourselves, there at that terrace, one evening, or there, along those walls, pushing our bikes. It's later at night, and the Neue Gallerie is not yet closed, we meet there, in a concert of bright lights and laughter. That was three years … Continue reading Reflections in a Mirror #WritersWednesday
Tempted #Sunshine #Rehberge
From the cheeky crew... A ray of sunshine, a reflection on the fresh snow: it is so tempting to think of the new year, and of Spring! Yet we are in winter, souls are hiding from the cold winds behind long coats and wooden scarves, the days are short. Only the ducks appear to … Continue reading Tempted #Sunshine #Rehberge
Mythical #DailyPost #FaustCity
Friday's Prompt The clouds came with the giant moon, as if to hide us, humans, from the glare of its pitiless light. At the corner of our street workers rush home, to warmth, love and a well deserved rest. Friday night is for joy, dancing, the smiles of lovers, the hopes of poets, and, later, … Continue reading Mythical #DailyPost #FaustCity
In Praise of Older Streets #BerlinDiary September 11
We love the cobbled streets, the antique gas lamps. The older city still resists the onslaught of developers and speculators, the "Gentrifizierung" brigade, and it has allies. Yesterday, cycling our way from the Alex to Kollwitzplatz, and the charms of Prenzlauer Berg, we admired the contrasts, the moving groups, the bon-chic-bon-genre façon Berlin. And we … Continue reading In Praise of Older Streets #BerlinDiary September 11
Longing #exit #City
Maybe one day we will miss the fog, the infernal traffic, the idiotic media, the inept politics... Of course, you might say it's the same over there. I smile. It can't be, and even if it were I long for the new, not the old. We want to ride through the tree-lined streets, in … Continue reading Longing #exit #City
A wall, and a tower #BerlinDiary, July 10
In my street the only trace of the Mauer is the brass inscription on the pavement. All round everything is new: Berlin is being rebuilt, or renovated, but trees also are planted, here in Mitte, and elsewhere in this fascinating city. In the evening a fine rain started, veiling the profile of the television tower, built … Continue reading A wall, and a tower #BerlinDiary, July 10
Struggle #TheDailyPost
Prompt idea by wittywheelz The rain falls, ceaselessly, ruining the roses, saturating the mild air of a rotten English summer... Soon we'll be able to grow rice in the garden, and forget about cutting the hay for weeks to come. Yet the fight continues. We have to continue the search, avoiding the traps laid out … Continue reading Struggle #TheDailyPost
From Suburbia to the Centre, and back again #amwriting
Planning a move is exciting, and also threatening. So much can go awry, the unexpected lurks at every corner. We have inhabited this parcel of suburbia for a long time, longer than we originally thought, for sure. And, now, we are about to leave this bit of the funny island for the city of Faust, right … Continue reading From Suburbia to the Centre, and back again #amwriting
