The Most Beautiful Hours
The Most Beautiful Hours combines poems that are my mementos of an extraordinary year. Because 2020 was the year of trials and errors. Of goodbyes, of new beginnings, of new thoughts and plans. Almost a new epoch of enlightenment. What was imposed on us as a restriction offered opportunities for deepening or even dissolving relationships, for reflection and confrontation with ourselves, with our fears, our desires. And it also allowed for our reinvention.
The Isolation Diary
It’s up to us now to weather this current situation well – by staying at home and keeping social distance. So I stay at home using the spare time and write/draw a diary from the self isolation.
That night, the rear window showed a thriller that suspended the boredom.
So with his pencil,he began searchingfor all the unasked questions.
Together but yet each for himself we prepare restarting futures.
Every day is like the other and I lose my orientation.
But life in crisis does not only consist of living in crisis.
Did it ever occur to you that I might need you to be my friend?
Some people are alone, some feel lonely and others feel left alone.
A little distance between us today might be a good idea.
Did he feel more manly when he labeled her as too emotional?
Though they distanced from each otherthey found new ways not to be lonely.
We’ve withdrawn to our own corners in this cave and wave to each other.
We’re not allowed to leave the country, at least we escaped from downtown.
The noble drop has finally received a vessel befitting it.
Do you remember that time?When we thought we’re missing this vibrant life.
This year, riots and parties are only in the minds of the people.