~Deutsche Version unten~ Once on a Monday evening I was walking along this beach situated at the North Sea. In front of me the explosion of colours of the dying sun. And I was grateful to see and to smell and to savour the moment. A couple of days ago I have found a poem on gratitude in my inbox, sent by The Paris Review. Seeing the photograph of the sea sight that I have taken last year, I immediately associated this image with the following poem: Gratitude by Robert Cordin

~Deutsche Version unten~ #Mondayblues immediately gone with this gift from heaven that I captured among the trees. ~ Der #Montagsblues verschwand sofort, als ich dieses Geschenk des Himmels zwischen den Bäumen fand. #mondaymood #mondays #montage #montag

~Deutsche Version unten~ The book "Poems of New York" has always been a great inspiration for my own works - be it a novel or a poem. Monday morning I remembered my favourite poem from this collection and couldn't help writing an ode to my fiancé: "To live with you for a while. Living. That means caressing the tree bark with fingertips and never forgetting the mellow things of the past. Living. That means listening to the voice of God and being grateful. Touching, tasting, se

~Deutsche Version unten~ Walking along the shores of Cadiz on Monday night, a city so fascinating and magical, Havana was modeled after it, I was overwhelmed by the urge to continue the adventures of Irina the Gypsy. A couple of days later, the following (entirely unedited) words haunted my mind, not knowing if they will be part of this new novel, or of a totally different one: "The steady sound of the waves hugging the shore lulled her into a sleepy state of mind..." "They c