Doppelganger

The other day I ran into myself on the street.
I knew it was me. Same face, same pants, same shirt.

I wonder what I was thinking.

I got in my car and someone already was behind the wheel. It was me.
When we got home, I opened the door and there I was.

By Unknown

Ghosts Before Breakfast

By Hans Richter, 1928

Karin's Cabin

There's a lodge on the hill

and it's buried in snow

it's a home to awake

 

it's a home for lost souls

where a family's born

at an opulent meal

 

halved oranges glow

the pomegranates reveal

a cluster of crimsons

a still life come true

nothing that we are lacking

nothing that we could lose

 And exstatic laughter is filling the air

a baroque celebration

under gold chandeliers

Stars enlighten the passage in the night

where the moon is radiating

everything will ignite

like the fireworks guiding us in a new year

the corona in colours so bright in the sphere -

delirious dancing beyond the dimensions

a festive sensation of our existence.