When the night comes, I hide

fears, sorrows, bad memories,

I wipe down tears and display children

colourful films

once milk has split

and there was a spot

our mum washed it a lot

and again there were dreams

and memories of good things

when the night comes again

I will unfold my magical power then

Winter Moments

thoughts fly away
obsessions slowly flow

I‘m
sinking
in the snow

fluffy paths overwhelm me
with their gray
I close my eyes

white walls and insomnia
do not go away

The rustle of wings
in the shadows on the sea
the music of peace

I'm longing for my promised land
words fly free like birds
building bridges between cultures
the world is whirling
in the words of Li Bai
peace is a flower
it blossoms gently
in the Chinese garden
opening the sky for everyone

I sail through the cosmos
blowing thoughts fly away
in the path to nowhere
bird's silent singing
captured in the morning  
wakes to new life
I drink the cup of dreams
feel the joy of existence

I listen to the rain in Hong Kong
birds sing longing melody
the streets are full of mystical light
I contemplate the Man Mo Temple
recite the poetry of  Su ****

I listen to the rain in Hong Kong
the voices of the SoHo District
merge with the echo of the saint texts
I taste the sounds of the eternal Hong Kong
and my heart is filled with happiness

to Tomas Transtromer

barred birds
suffocate on freedom
they circulate in closed circles
slowly untangle from the net

I enter the boat swimming away
in a dark eternity
contorted faces grow from the trees
resound in dreams
they call me to return
into a dead forest

I’m searching for the exit
from the stone world
into the endless carnival

I fight for breath