Lilac

Lilac is blooming
All windows open all day
its scent everywhere
*
Dia de sol clar,
finestres ben obertes,
olor de liles.
(Paula)

*
I, d’on ve l’olor?
De sota el finestral!
L’olor de vida.
(Anonymous)

He says it for me

Escric per viure.
O bé al revés, tal volta:
visc per escriure. 

 Miquel Martí i Pol

I write for living.
Or vice versa, this time:
I live for writing. 

Friday is Skyday

Soon I shall be dead.
Even without warmongers.
She takes all easy.

***
Morirem tots
no cal tinguin pressa
a eliminar-nos.
(Carme)

***
Si no és avui
serà qualsevol dia.
Llarga l'espera.
(Paula)

***
És al capvespre
que esperar ja no et cansa.
Has posat anys.
(Helena)

 

 

 

 

 

34°C in the shadow

Whilst I was sitting
on the bench before the house
enjoying the shade

Not just on battlefields

Blutroter Klatschmohn
blüht nicht nur auf Schlachtfeldern.
Er liebt das Leben.

Two things are certain

Two things are certain:
Humanity will vanish.
Nature will prevail.

 

Adios for a while

Surrounded by books
writing is nothing but joy.
And nights getting long.

Harbingers of spring

Busy visitor
Mason bee meets daffodil
Harbingers of spring

Beers & Books CCXLIX – Tanka and Haiku

Japanese Seasons
Tanka and Haiku
from thirteen
centuries

Laughing Lhursday*

A wing mirror's wake
on a white winter morning
rhapsody in blue

* [For first time visitors]: Typo in the title? Nah. It's just that
I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

Conifers

Reminded I feel
of japanese poetry
and kalligraphy

 

World Champions

And the Winner is:
Nation of Procrasti!
Who cares about peace?!

Time to relax

I think I'll be there
contemplating, pondering.
At least now and then.

Destination

A hot day it was.
Hot and humid. And my heart
was full of great joy.

Friday is Skyday

It was a fine place
to speak about refugees.
And to talk with some.

Friday is Skyday

Friday the 13th
completing a sun orbit.
What a fine omen.

Refuting Cicero

Two beers are enough
to prove Cicero was wrong:
Belhaven & Daracha

Signs of Autumn

Four ...

Six ...

Nine ...

More and more migrants
are gathering day by day.
Their aim: Africa.

Poor Children

Toys in abundance.
What did they teach two children?
I want more more more! ...?

On the Road

A misty morning.
No supremacists around.
Weather knows no race.