Thursday night, Marienplatz
The blue light of night
Deep as water
Moving into another dimension
towers of time
A gate of the past
Guarded by an angel in gold
try to savour this moment
Try to catch it from falling
As if it ever could
I was a colour, I was blue.
blue as my homepage, which carries the blues in its name:
more about blue, brought upon by Picasso himself, or rather: by the art book my
friend acquired at the exhibition.
This is what it says about Picasso's blue
late nineteenth century, the colour blue was in any case an accepted symbol of
melancholy in painting and literature and was considered the most spiritual colour."
always knew it, without knowing it.
Knew it All
through the noctilucent blue.
Followed it Across
the blue line.
That is me.
The night picture, I saw it the
night before already. Only that I didn't have my camera with me back then. Cause
I didn't expect to see it. My friend didn't have her camera with her, either.
But the sky
was gentle with us, and coloured itself in this magic blue the next evening again.
Even though it had to turn all the way from rainy grey of the day for this true