INSIGHT: Zamani looks in2 allmost everything

#cuba #havana #ampelmann (at Havana, Cuba) https://www.instagram.com/p/Byy0w3tAl1I/?igshid=1dae5eha2evsb

Something parted, something hurts, The golden age of pain; Welcome back to the show of sorrow, Memorabilia served again,.. #sorryForThePoetry I've lost my words, now for a while and these are just a few too say I'm still alive.... https://www.instagram.com/p/BvPb-s3od98/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=iv7cdtqhvgx8

The closer we #breath; #mouth to mouth... the further the way; miles afar... in #longing #pain; the wider the gap: The clearer we #feel this certain #love, the harder it gets to play a part, the soul wants more than a play! No #dreams but life, No #fantasies but, us. . #sorryForThePoetry my fingers forced me to write, what my brain refused to... I might have lost track of grammer and such but my words are from the deepest of my shadowed heart... https://www.instagram.com/p/BoqNUekA0h1/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1j1j33fxv9wfa

Of #crossingRoads You walk along a road, It ain't straight, #bumpy; with #holes covering it. Unpaved; #shattered #glass paints the ground. #Painful but what else can you do? You walk it. No other way in mind; you walk it. But than you see a stranger on the other side, Walking #elegantly with ease! The #pavement; solid and clean, a stroll, compared to your #ordeal. you cross the road to a new #dream, In the middle a truck hits you hard, with no #breaks #squealing. A smile frozen on your face, #parting your #brain from your #heart. #sorryForThePoetry I found this #sad #smiling #eager man on the middle of the road, in the middle of the #night I had to give him an #obituary..... (at Moabit)

#Erfolg #Deutschland #WorldCup

Happy on borrowed time #Suspended in #wordplay with #myself, ever telling me the same old #tale. Of the kind of man I'll be, of #change that will bring #changes to see. But than again the agony, of #rhyming #fairytales for no one else, but my #mirror, who is #deaf. There are the #good days, I admit; The good comes with the #bad and only gets #killed by the #ugly. #Sorry, for the #reference, to another #story, just to make you dig in your screen #memory. During the good days when I hide in #heavens, in #enclaves, in another humans #soul, those are the moments I realize I'm #happy; On borrowed time. #sorryForThePoetry i just turned #thirtyFive and still express my self like a #child. #Selfie of #theGoodTheBadAndTheUgly

Every drop of #rain contains you; #wasted each, not on my tongue. #SorryForThePoetry, it has been a while and I couldn't #resist to spill my #guts in front the entire world for the hundreds time..... (at The Hat Bar Berlin)

Thx you to the #ukrainian hosts @dokleipzig that was a wonderful get together... (at DOK Leipzig)

A great #discussion. Lost in politics, #political #film and specifically #documentary films. The big question: "does a great (important) subject constitute, a great film?" One of the best discussions on the subject thx to @dokleipzig & @polnisches_institut_berlin (at DOK Leipzig)

#Lost my self, my every limb, A #soul without a head, A man with #broken arms, a #fantastic #dream with no #happiness, A book, a #story, untold, a #lonely #bobcat #thirsty for your #love

Oh #daft me! #punk! Again, in #melancholy; of a dream never dreamd. Like the kids speaking of the #roaring20s; of life's never lived #naive images carved out of #celluloid. Me, I fantasize of an #utopia that others hoped for, long before I was born. An #island of #love, of a world with no #borders, not physical nor in our minds, a freedom reaching beyond the stars, a utopia where we would be #spaceMigrators. #SorryForThePoetry lonely journeys make may mind want to flee towards #eternity and what is more #eternal than #poetry?

When you realize not being able to get your #drug anymore it doesn't mean you are not still #addicted like lovers are... #سنجاب ignoring it just won't make it stop.. #poeticjustice (at Olivaer Platz)

Who gives a fuck? No questions asked. I woulden't either! Who gives a fuck? I woulden't ask you to! Who gives a fuck? No one cars.... . 🖤 . #SorryForThePoetry but #whoGivesAFuck . . #Poetry #SoulJuice #Berlin #love (at Charlottenburg)

I #sleep with you; an entire city of #love, on my mind as always. A #dream of sleeping, without #nightmares. My #thoughts evermore #ablaze. . . . . . . . . #SorryForThePoetry #insomnia drives me to do #fulish things, like #rhyming as #meansToAnEnd.... (at Berlin, Germany)

What is there else to say? For #words will fail me in every way. My #dearest this is all I have, #distant; #unacknowledged sign, a #memory, a shine; one piece #broken in half. What else is there to say? #SorryForThePoetry there is much that I can't say in prose but in this way....

I #bathe, in #clean #waters, sprkeld by #blood of an #openHeart. The hole I made is open for days, crimson it spills the warm #red, Of #Flowers of #love, #lust, #tumors-alike, gushing, oozing, full of #pain. #Painting me a #wicked#bride, I shall be #cleansed, after this, I shell wash out the #wounds; By the end, I will be clean from inside out. Newborn for my new wicked life #SorryForThePoetry my #soul is bursting from pain but I'm not allowed to change that... Even when the solution to my peace is so close again... (at Charlottenburg)

Three dots and a line I'm waiting for #moodyman (at ://about party)