No doubt they canada

The Ninth Day

Lips of one
sleeping the sleep of the innocent.

He does (probably) not know sorrow and joy, yet. Born 13 days after one of his grandmothers' death and eight days after the funeral, today he was introduced to his great-grandmother. They did not see eachother, though. ... :)

No Chinese painting

... just one view from Seanhenge.

Friday is Skyday

Laughing Lhursday

Just for those accidently stumbling upon Omnium:
Typo in the title?
Nah. It's just that I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.
 

Back home.
After all.

When dancing is not enough ...

... make music.

Sustain me

Σ'αγαπώ

Six Days in 88 years

New Year's Day.

A man, his elbows leaning on kitchen's sill;
his head resting in his palms;
himself: lost in thought;
in many thoughts ...

Suddenly his eyes notice:
A woman in a wheel chair.

Pushed by a man.

Walking fast.

Escorted by a an Australian shephard.

Behind this trio:

A couple in their 30s.
She: pregnant in the 36th week, leading a 14 years old mongrel, somehow a mixture of a Romanian Mioritic Shepherd Dog and an Irish Wolfhound.

He: Leading another Australian shephard.

Both, respectively the four of them:

Walking fast, too.
Somehow too fast.

As if running away, trying to escape.

Trying to escape what?

Like a procession. Somehow surreal. Described by García Márques or Borges.

The man does not dare to move.
Hoping brother-in-law, niece and her husband will not look up and ...
think: bloody voyeur.

January 6th.:

The 62nd anniversary of the old woman's marriage.
Oh, how does she love him; him who died almost 12 years ago.
They will never understand.
A 16 year old girl in love with a 20 year old boy who soon will be forced to fight a war.
Flight/expulsion/displacement;
waiting for him: ten years lost!
Their youth!

She had loved her son's girl from the first moment.
Why?!

Why will she not be allowed to hold her grandchild in her arms?
Nine months.
Nine months ago it began.
Pain in the back.


She? She who four months ago has thought she'd not see her great-grandchild now, after she has got this pacemaker will – probably – not only have to follow the coffin of her daughter (-in-law), but about two weeks later hold her (the daughter's) grandchild in her arms.

'Life's not fair', the old woman says.

The man, his elbows leaning on the kitchen table,
his head resting in his palms,
does nod. Imperceptible. Almost.


'However, love, mother ...'
It is not exactly to understand what he murmurs.

Happy New Year

Let's try again :)

May 2012 bring you and those around you:

Health

love

peace

inspiration

success

leisure

contentment

and

- in case something does not immediately work -

lots of serene calmness and calm serenety. 

And having got everything, or not,
let us never forget:

We need a little madness.

Let's dance!

Same Procedure as every Year

If counted well the  Germans today can/could watch Dinner for one (The 90th Birthday) - history here - 16 times at different times on various TV-channels, and aside from the original in various German dialects inclusive a Swiss version.
Very strange folks, the Germans.
Well, judge for yourself.

Tiny tip-off: Be absolutely determined not to laugh.

The longer Omnium exists ...

the less worth it is.

The peace of the night.

Where there is a will ...

... there is no way.

No one will come to know why I laughed til I cried, yesterday night.

Neither there will anyone come to know why I (almost) desperately cried tonight.

[At least, not now.]

... ' cause I would not tell, which again would be another story.

Laughter and sadness: siblings they are.

Thus, to all who – despite I do find amazing that so many people in 2011 would still be conditioned to believe in what they have been told in their youth:

Don't start thinking (yourself). Just enjoy what you have been taught to think you believe: Merry whatever.