Poems around the world

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My poems are reflecting the wish to catch the spirit of the place by few words. This is like to try to catch the wind by fisherman net. Not easy, but don´t forget: words are like birds. They like to play with the wind.

Enjoy their flight:

cairo

 you enter this bazaar of million souls

and you feel like you want to grow

to grow and fly over the pyramids

and turn to one of billions sahara seeds

 

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zurich

in the mecca of capitalism

i feel  fanaticism

if the beauty of a town can be measured

by the number of smiling girls that can be found

zurich, you will be the number one,

but the other way around

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stockholm

the wind is freezing cold

the river dark and full of ice

a blond girl smiles at you once

and makes you think twice

 

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berlin

your freedom is my passion

you, capital of art and love

allowing everyone to stay a child

and keep the feelings pretty young

 

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Barcelona

Tight streets in a body full of crazy buildings
Boats playing music in the ports
You see parrots flying over the palm trees instead of crows

And the joy inside you grows
Come te llamas , preciosa?
Barcelona Barcelona

 

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patmos

your sea is full of sun and light

your energy is very mild

this island is a magic place

I found on it

what happiness contains:

to climb a tree full of figs

and eat as much as my stomach fits

 

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Roma

Ciao bella
looking at your proud beauty alive
i am asking you which poem you like:
something from Dante or maybe Leopardi
but first let me take you to the piazza Garibaldi
Oh, Roma, Roma aeterna
do all the roads really lead to you
or is this just a bellevue

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Istanbul

you make me feel as samnombul

So much life inside of it

that everytime I go to sleep

I have the feeling to miss a bit