Under the EyE in the sky.

I am the writer, who never wrote a word,

I am the pauper, who never saw a bird,

Or listen as the church bells,

Would BOLDLY ring,

Or the early morning song bird,

To beautifully Sing.

Berlin New Years Fireworks

As ever, to celebrate the new year, the good people of Berlin love to throw fireworks around, and with no real order to the chaos, it almost begins to feel like a war has broken out. I filmed on the Winsstrasse and Marienburger Strasse of Berlin, where the people are peaceful for maybe 364 days of the year. Please enjoy, we did.

The Boat

The Boat

The boat swayed softly,
To and throw,
Aimlessly,
Without a skipper on toe,
Yesterday,
In a different place,
With a smile for tomorrow,
And a dream to chase.

The fishermen would take her,
Onto distant adventures,
Where myths and legends,
Could never break her,

Alone?
                 Never,
For the sea was her friend,
And she was the queen,
Of the ocean.

Rome April 2007