Children “Drive” The Cars in Oradour

This little girl suddenly looked into my lens.. The picture was taken at Oradour-sur-Glane, “Village Martyr” in Dordogne, France. If you don’t know what happened here on June 10th, 1944, go to “Wikipdia Oradour“.

This girl’s eyes, offering a mirror and a window on past & present, staring at us before entering the church confessional (the church was burned with 160+ women & children in it…) seem to speak: “Believe that LIGHT always shall prevail & win from Darkness!” > I believe her, yes, I do!

> another girl @ Oradour > I believe her too, yes, I do!

> a poem I wrote a while ago…

Beware

Be welcome but beware, there is some
hidden malware in the air, like as
the smell of unknown flowers, easily
to be attracted to, mysterious in their
uncovered nakedness, the closer to
the dawn, the deeper darkness sings,
the more this tune is penetrating,
the more shall be the suffocating,
beware, beware, and when the call
is near remember: be welcome but
be still, be as a newly born, grown in
the warmth of paradise, nourish your
hunger as a mother, not as a bee, be
welcome but beware, there is only
one song to share, and if in any doubt
whether to follow or step out, return,
escape, escape, before the door behind
is closing, and choose for the familiar
smell, the doubtless one, the only one
which purpose is to make you breathe,
to be as morning Sun, to be as you were
meant to be.

 

Homeland

Meltdown

What happens when the snow has melted?
The undercovered now returns to light,
my eyes have to adjust and for a moment now
it seems as if the world becomes a darker place,
it is returning to the homeland without feeling
home, as if it were another one who has now
occupied the ground, the landlord long forgotten
and his name not welcome anymore, though
everything is still in place, there is an uninhabited
emptiness not leaving any room for memories,
it feels as an awakening to new beginnings,
the only company old tools to start reboot.
What happens when the snow has melted?
Tell me the truth, uncover then discover how
everything what at first sight lay hidden, now
is adjusted and waiting for your memory
to get stored, so focus right, become new light,
be the blueprint that the snow has melted.

img > our Firetable

Key

When on my journey
I was thirsty
you gave me
strength
when I was looking
for a way
out of this desert
you gave me
the key
when I at night
was searching
in the sky
for a new light
you gave
a million torches
and so,
peacefully,
I went to  sleep