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Résumé
Résumé / Michael Kwack
Love is, like art,
dull without passion.
Marriage is, like enterprise,
vain without fortune.
Home is, like a chair,
awkward without comfort.
Life is, like sleep,
hollow without a dream.
Death* is, like a letter,
absurd without a story.
*Death means suicide.
Thursday 7th January 2021 4:43 pm
A Pilot's Joke
A Pilot's Joke / Michael Kwack
Once upon a time, there lived a flying man
Who kept flying on, never thinking of landing...
One day accidentally he had to land
Somewhere, or nowhere, on the sand...
After having lived alone very happily ever after,
He left a poem in the sand when he finally left his land;
Quote,
I used to love sand,
For, where ther...
Saturday 18th July 2020 3:34 pm
A Perfect Afternoon
Leisurely and alone,
I was wandering in the museum garden.
Flowers were completely gone,
But deep green summer leaves fully grown,
And on each branch
Small birds all the way chirping:
Certainly for me a perfect afternoon
To be seated still and calm,
To be lost in poem-reciting!
But suddenly a wind arose
When a human voice caught my ear,
Saying low ye...
Thursday 2nd July 2020 5:24 pm
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