Do you see the blinding lights From your point of view This city always looks so dull It’s called the eastern Paris Where the sun rises at night So why let them tear us apart Nothing can stop our night ride Let’s catch the tram and goin‘ anywhere Old Town, New Town, Wenceslas Square Duplex, Lucerna, Roxy James Dean, Hemingway Wo find… Continue reading Babický (Late Night Edition)
Star
Daylight fades away, dusk breaks into the town Stars fill the black sky, they gonna dance until dawn People havin’ fun, Music’s played all around I notice there’s a light, it nearly push me to the ground Tryin‘ to stay on my feet, it comes to me so suddenly Now I can look into her core, her deepness seems so spaciously … Continue reading Star
Citytours – Your Magic Place
Sightseeing? Nope. 😉 Here it is all about a journey to a place or a building, which has got a special meaning for YOU. The place where you experienced a moment of magic, where you could feel your authenticity, your essence. A place where your life maybe got a radical shift. Or maybe it is just your… Continue reading Citytours – Your Magic Place
The City
Storm
Outside the weather’s getting stormier And I think there’s coming a heavy rain, we all go home They tell us to hide inside, so the drops won’t hit us Seems like we don’t care where the clouds do come from And the whirled-up dust will become a fog And the drought-out earth will get burned … Continue reading Storm
It’s not my pain, it’s our pain
Imagine a place where everybody is expressing themselves. Dancing to the music, screaming, moving, standing, sitting, lying, meditating, praying. I ‘ve been to such a place. I was there. Dancing. It was after a longer period of dancing when I decided to take a break. Sitting, resting, maybe a bit meditating. I watched the people… Continue reading It’s not my pain, it’s our pain
The Fruit In My Hands
The first fruits are already sprouting in my garden. I can’t believe how quickly that went. A particularly large fruit is also included. I have to put it in both hands, that’s how big it is. A very exotic specimen, I tell to myself. It looks like a carrot in colour, but has the shape… Continue reading The Fruit In My Hands
The Flower of Life
It is not a question of giving this flower a shape or colour. It’s about looking at this flower. Finding and experiencing the nectar. The nectar of the flower of life. It is the essence of your actions, of your work, of being there. The entry to your innermost core, the creation of your resources. … Continue reading The Flower of Life
The Uncoupled Wagon
It’s a late evening after a very productive day. After visiting another event, I now sit far too early on a train at Vienna Western Railway Station and wait for the departure. Not a single person sits in this wagon besides me. Sometimes there is a little noise, otherwise it is completely silent. When I… Continue reading The Uncoupled Wagon