trying to steal time
25. Oktober 2009Laila, watching
26. September 2009wondering why
25. September 2009serving the night
25. September 2009bookmarking
25. August 2009talking it over
25. Juni 2009my brother in berlin
21. Juni 2009a while ago
25. Mai 2009The Short Memoires of a Diplomat
19. Mai 2009 No, I wasn’t pleased to meet you all.
With some of you, the talk was rather small
and the drinks were never long enough.
Excuse me if I sound e little rough.
A diplomat is mostly just a mime.
We’re not allowed to call it waste of time,
when everybody thinks we have a ball.
While some to meet, I must say, was a pleasure,
for many others dullness does not measure –
so big their ego was, so small their heart.
Were I allowed to make a brand new start,
there are some, whose names I would recall,
while others’, please forgive me, not at all.
I wasn’t very pleased to spend my time
with people lacking any sense of beauty,
but often had to, in my line of duty.
They all had reasons, but I found no rhyme.
So if I turn my back now to this race
of vanities, I’m looking for a place,
where small things speak and pride is just a mumble.
I long for people honest, true and humble.
And for a slower pace.









