Through the forests, over mountains
and seas we travel, the roads
are free

What is special, we take
along the way, in long caravans
Along the markets

along coasts and ravines
through steppes, through storms
and robbers

What is good for the neighbours
is even better for us
It is prosperity

Free passage, free trade
are worth wars to us
We laugh

at power and land, which are
expensive to defend and yet
get lost

People are puzzles,

even when they are best friends –


this is not certain.

At home, I am safe,

bút… No, no But, Buts are No's –


At home, I am safe!

A profession lasts and lasts
a lifetime in weal and woe
about 100,000 hours

of doing what is possible
as if you don't care
that your wishes are impossible

doing what is possible
as if it is all over
and you enjoy every addition

alternately gasping for air
in the flood and being dry
in the ebb in the midst of the hissing

breathing of the algae – the waves
of divided CoWorking
in a world full of kings and cows

but I am neither –
Why should I choose
Cow or King?

I know my responsibilities
and my duties as a citizen
how I should behave

as a man, what I should do
and not do, and what my path is
as a woman, how I am just a person

in clothes that caress me

My yawn breathes fresh air

on a walk in the garden –


I cough out a fly.

All your thoughts are free,

they are only limited –


by their own bulwarks.

Speaking with my hands, with my feet
...with my fists, with rain, and furious storm
in 'pass'words I am composing who I am
...with arm blows and stamping, without thinking

about who I am, who if you fight with me
...when there is a gale in our blood
and you too are crying yourself free while you dance
...my soul connected with your heart

heaven found in each other's hands
...our steps follow the sun
my whole body understands
...who I am
my whole body understands
...what is moving me