Poems. — Germany While sitting outside, The Birds sing, The Pen slides, And the Sun heats. People walk, Or ride their bikes, On this beautiful Spring day. The Sun and Wind, Working in harmony, The light breeze, And the Poets write. Bambi

A girl, a castle, and the last night. — Kristina Your face is blurred, But I still feel your touch, Kristina… Kristina was a girl I met on a Saturday night, and since I had a few beers in my body, her picture in my mind is blurred… I wished I had found her again, and lost track of time…

Three airports, one destination — Last month I asked my boss if I could be the travel welder, he pointed out in his notebook that I was interested in traveling for work, (I think)… The next day, the boss came to me, and asked me if I wanted to go to Romania, dismantle an assembly…