Karneval der Kulturen in Berlin

CAPOEIRA EU NAO SOU DAQUI

Capoeira eu não sou daqui
Eu vim de outro lugar
Minha vida é a capoeira
Eu vou aonde o berimbau me chamar - eu não sou daqui

Coro:
Capoeira eu não sou daqui
Eu vim de outro lugar
Minha vida é a capoeira
Eu vou aonde o berimbau me chamar

Na mão levo o meu berimbau
No meu peito os meus fundamentos
Quem comanda o jogo da vida
É a força dos meus pensamentos

Coro:
O meu pensamento ta nela
No meu peito ela palpita
Quando vejo uma roda
O meu corpo logo se arrepia

Coro
Ouço a voz do berimbau
Treinando consigo ver
Capoeira é minha vida
Sem ela não sei viver

Coro
Capoeira é harmonia
É saudade de quem nos deixou
Oi é choro de uma viola
Oi é morte de um cantador

Coro
A saudade caminha comigo
Quem tem seu Mestre de valor
A falta que faz um amigo
É irmão , é um Mestre , professor

My Soul's Mystery

SOMETIMES

I CATCH MYSELF

I CATCH MY SOUL

MY SOUL SO LIGHT LIKE A FEATHER, flying dancing through the airs of time

MY SOUL SO HAPPY LIKE A CHILD, smiling innocent through closed eyes

MY SOUL SO GRATEFUL LIKE A FAVOURED BEGGAR, appreciating the smallest presents of life

MY SOUL SO DISCIPLINED LIKE A BUDDHIST MONK, meditating in the silence of God's face

MY SOUL SO RICH LIKE A PEBBLE, sourrounded by so many others that call themselves as my friends

MY SOUL SO WARM LIKE SUNSHINE, trying to send out the good thoughts of suffering

MY SOUL SO LOST LIKE A LIARS PROMISE, not finding the reason

MY SOUL SO AFRAID LIKE AN ANIMAL, of being hurt and captured in a cage

MY SOUL SO CAREFUL LIKE AN EQUILIBRIST, not stepping into the darkness but standing on the rope of life

MY SOUL SO LONELY IN SPACE LIKE A PARTICLE OF DUST, being blown away by the wind.

MY SOUL ... sometimes mine, sometimes not.

ZUM MUTTERTAG

Meine Mama!

Meine Mama, ein Mensch so reich an Güte, Mitgefühl und Kraft.

Meine Mama, ein Stern am Himmel, der mir Licht schenkt und mich begleitet.

Meine Mama, eine Blume im Garten, so zart und sanft wie Blütenstaub.

Meine Mama, der Mittelpunkt der Familie, um den sich alles dreht.

Meine Mama! Meine Mama!

Dandelions from another viewpoint

Ok, das Leben ist so oder so schön. Auch wenn's uns da mal eher schlecht als recht geht -- beklagen können wir uns ja eigentlich nicht!

Das einzige Problem ist wohl, dass wir uns manchmal mehr nach Dingen sehnen, die in diesem speziellen Augenblick unerreichbar scheinen. Und genau in diesen Fällen, hat man das Gefühl, als wäre alles um einen her, weitab und leer. Die Metro lässt einen im Stich, das Fahrrad hat nen Platten ... na, alles was einem von seinen Plänen die Zeit zu rauben scheint.

Und da erinnert sich man wieder gerne an so manch berühmten Satz: Besinne dich des Hier und Jetzt und genieße den Augenblick so wie er kommt.

Durch glückliche Zufälle hab' ich vor kurzem die Bekanntschaft mit einem Künstler und Musiker aus Amsterdam/Iran gemacht. Er spielt in der Band "Caspian Hat Dance" und besitzt ein kleines Teehaus in Amsterdam.

Genau heute wurde ich in dieses Teehaus zu einer kleinen Jammin' Session eingeladen. Na, und da Samstags abend ausnahmsweise mal nichts in der Agenda steht, pack ich die Gelegenheit doch gleich mal beim Schopf, mit Annushka im Anhang.

Unerwartet und überrascht stellte sich der Abend als einzige Inspiration heraus und ich war fasziniert davon, wie sehr mir die Musik leidenschaftlicher Musiker das Hier und Jetzt zeigen kann. Und es ist, als wäre alles um mich her, weitab und leer, die Gedanken frei von allem -- und einzig und allein die Musik alles was zählt um ein Herz zum strahlen zum bringen.

Trotz dieser begabten Musiker konnt ich's nicht lassen meinen Beitrag zu geben. Es kam mir vor, als hätte sich ein kleine Türchen wieder geöffnet und die Melodie sprudelte mir wieder aus der Kehle.

"Tango"
(Michael Grimes )

darkness falls and the wind dies down
the city puts on it s twinkling crown
the roses in the garden
whisper over to you.

Step into the evening light
despite your intuition
a touch of madness, your thoughts disturbed
seeing clearly, you're out of sight

so silently, you melt away

find you're way down towards the brink
something slipped into your drink
distorts the people, twists the shapes
the rising moon begins to sink

the sound of footsteps
the sound of drums
drives you past the restless slums
alley figures scurry through
watching eyes look over you

but silently, you melt away

carnival rides spinning round
draws you in towards the sound
dancing devils, confusing forms
twist your feelings towards the ground

you're long gone before too long

A week full of adventures...

...a week so full of special moments hasn't happened to me since quite a while now. But as soon as it all takes place the enjoyment is even greater!

It all started with this awesome Goa-Party on two boats which were floating across "The Ij". The boats left at around 1 am and met every hour, so that passengers could step over from one boat to the other boat. Me and my friend stayed over in the lounge for "World Music", where we listened and danced to some great performances with all kind of instruments.
Towards the end there was a stunning sunrise and we watched it from the deck of the boat while floating quietly on the water - drum and base and other tunes in the background. How good was that?
To round it all up, we finished the party with some nice Goa-vibes which let myself drift into a kind of dancy mood.
At its best and very late in the morning (it was about 9am), we decided to hit the road and get the ferry back to town. But there was no ferry, which meant another little tour on the bike to the other side of the island where we could catch the morning ferry.
The way back wasn't exhausting considering the fact that we were dancing for the last 7 hrs. Nope ... it was lovely and the sun smiled at us and invited us for a sunny and warm Queensday.
And indeed, Queensday turnt out to be wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiicckkkeeeeddddddddddd!
Laying in the sun at Leidseplein with nice music and nice people was a better decision than going into the crowd, looking for some events going on.
Later we stopped at Weterinsgracht and Museumplein where people got crazy.But the atmosphere was all good and I really liked the vibes going throught the whole town.
...And that was Queensday. A 36 hour day without sleep. ;-)

As if it wouldnt have been enough I visisted my sister Betting in Wesel for one night. Was soooooo good to be with her and i really enjoyed the time over there.

And to top it all up, I came across wonderful people yesterday, who supported my internship site in Nepal which then was able to built a new home for the children. They know all the stuff over there and gave me good advices and contact details.

...the world is so small, isnt it?

Trip to Den Haag, April 2007

Den Haag 2007, ESP