Soon I`m leaving my hometown. I could cry and maybe I will but I know it’ll only hurt a while.

So THANK YOU for all the good years. There are some that never burn. I will miss you like a friend


That`s my memory to this beautiful city.




Hermann Hesse

Steps

Like ev'ry flower wilts, like youth is fading
and turns to age, so also one's achieving:
Each virtue and each wisdom needs parading
in one's own time, and must not last forever.





The heart must be, at each new call for leaving,
prepared to part and start without the tragic,
without the grief - with courage to endeavor
a novel bond, a disparate connection:
for each beginning bears a special magic
that nurtures living and bestows protection.





We'll walk from space to space in glad progression
and should not cling to one as homestead for us.
The cosmic spirit will not bind nor bore us;
it lifts and widens us in ev'ry session:
for hardly set in one of life's expanses
we make it home, and apathy commences.
But only he, who travels and takes chances,
can break the habits' paralyzing stances.





It even may be that the last of hours
will make us once again a youthful lover:
The call of life to us forever flowers...


Anon, my heart! Do part and do recover!

too many times you have been high
too many times you ran away and need to cry
too many times your body lies awake
too many times these pills you take




too many times you've woken up depressed
too many times you put your life to the test
too many times you've taken this trip
too many times you have slipped




too many times your body can't take
too many times you've made a mistake
too many times you haven't realized
too many times your mind became paralyzed