Vanity Fair

Brilliant thief like an angel sneaking

As quickly as a baguette dropping into the well

Oh, time for the bell to ring

Horatius told that Orpheus once tamed tigers and lions with his poetry

That was the golden age

The age of rusty iron right now

Poetry becomes the monologues of stars tens of thousands of light years away

Sea is falling

Can see no bird

Punch like a star in the blank

The hustle and bustle of cars and people

There is no tuned melody

Dinosaur are birds

The dinosaurs have become extinct, but the birds have inherited their vision

Humans longed for the sky when they saw birds

The dinosaur vision was inherited by humans

Cool early morning in fall

Wispy clouds are swimming in the clear blue sky, though I don’t know their names

Look out the window and hope that the laundry hanging on the balcony will dry

Don’t need storm in our life

God is watching even the wildflowers

Hot October

Lukewarm coffee

In Gläserne Nacht

Drinking it and staring at the vacuum of time

Sitting on the house of card

You say; all is vanity