Some years ago I was forced to lay down a few weeks.
My mind had nothing much to hold on to and the world was wandering away
from me. Laying on my back, my arm and leg hanging down out of the bed
into the cold air, fantasies were passing by.
Love for life is a power that no earthly human can elude.
Light makes its way even into the deep darkness of the
I decided to change course, I don't want to finish my life without
giving an account of my existence. I wanted to know why I suffered a lot,
but above all remember why life enjoyed me so many times.
In that moment before death – I was thinking the end was near - all the
scenes of life passed my eyes. Just in one second I saw my uncountable
Is it possible: walking, singing happily like an idiot while being alone
in a deserted wilderness?
Can I go on performing with my back to the
Waking up a little
I continued dreaming.
enter my guesthouse
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