turkish delights

1. rising early - despite the fact that it was supposed to be a holiday, we frequently got a wake-up call at six in the morning. it didn't matter that no-one had ever asked for any such thing...

2. smiling not recommended - politeness gives a lot of space for interpretation... too much space. especially for the male turk.

3. ancient greek history - apparently non-existent in the area of today's turkey. and if you wanna know why there are so many greek inscriptions on the ancient sites, the answer is very simple: greek writing was so popular back then that the romans used it too. latin was a dead language even in those times, hey!

4. please wear your blinkers - if you look around too much you might notice all the garbage on the side of the road... we love plastic bottles!!!

5. no bending over in jeans - if you do that you might find yourself asked by 3 fifty something male pigs if you could please solve the riddle: are you wearing underwear???

6. not in times of crisis - going on a package tour is a game of russian roulette in itself. relationship troubles diminish your chances of winning the game. severely!

7. home sweet home - there's no place like home, that's for sure!

BUT if you ignore points 1 to 7 one could say that it was a brilliant holiday...

doris day in da house

shey seraaaaaaaah, seraaaaaaaaaaaaaa, wotevaaaa willl beeeeeeeee will beeeeeeeee...

laughing hard, aerobics at work.

no one will probably get this but i'm in tears at the momenttttttttttt

i wish we would broadcast office.tv instead of pet.tv sometimes. it would be SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO much better and funnier. believe me!

the swine in you

ragged shadow on greyish concrete
moving up up up
towards the sun
towards the sky
not knowing why

immature love on purple skin
going fast fast fast
fading away
growing insane
not knowing why

winter night falling over woollen hats
freezing cold cold cold
drawing your breath
embracing the dark
not knowing why

cloudless mornings in picture frame windows
dozing off off off
cuddling up
dreaming happiness
not knowing why

laboured exercise after a long day at work
asking why why why
fighting yourself
killing the swine
knowing it's done

a bit wanky but my contribution to the challenge. going home, ciao belli

scharf und schärfer

scharfsinn ist mein stichwort, rieke,
geschliffen wird die klinge noch,
mit ruhe und geduld'ger liebe
anstatt dem aufruhr unterjocht.

aufruhr jedoch s'der welten lohn,
wenn ich mit ungeschärfter klinge
den alten dschungel der emotion
versuche zu durchdringen.

geschärft ist's nun,
die zeit heilt alle wunden.
was scharfe Worte tun,
mag schärfere klinge zu bekunden.

wohlauf, ihr süßen nulpen,
mag kommen doch was wolle.
beschenken lasst euch mit tulpen,
so oder so ick find eusch dolle.

yep. so ist dat.

blum, ein wolf mit vornahm "butter",

lachte keck und sagte nur:
komm doch mit auf meinen kutter
dort lehr ich DIR das abitur.

posenrose ganz verlegen
schlug mit ihren äuglein auf.
butter, lecker, buttersegen,
und das schicksal nahm sein' lauf.

so, sis is mei kontribjuschn. heppi end, wie imma. yey!

und wer dit hier nisch verschdeht, der möge hier mal drauf klicken!