Thursday, May 26, 2011


From Korea
Give me the sky
the blue and the fuzzy

The clouds and everything else.

Give me the peace
and I’ll always be happy

© NicoleB
Waegwan, South Korea May 2005

One of these days

From Korea
One of these
days you should follow your instincts

One of these days
you know you should stay quiet

One of these days
you don’t

One of these days
when everything goes wrong

One of those days
where everything gets solved the next day

One of these days
you want to throw everything away

One of these days
when everything is sunny again

© NicoleB, Waegwan Korea, May 2005


Mit Dir
Ohne Dich


ernsthaft beflissen


und ich vermiss Dich trotz allem oder gerade deswegen

© NicoleB

Korea, March 2005


Touched by the wind
a roof close to heaven
close to the sun
exposed to the rain

© NicoleB

Korea, March 2005


Wirr im Hirn
verkorkste Gedanken
gar keine Schranken
mehr in mir drin

Gedanken sind frei
es ist einerlei
voellig unausgegoren
zum Narren erkoren

Im Bett sollt ich liegen
ganz tief im Frieden
voller Unrast
und ganz ohne Hast
sitz ich hier
und trinke ein Bier Wein

© NicoleB

Korea, Maerz 2005


Sehnsucht nach zurueckgebliebenem
nicht vergangenem
nur verbanntem

Quer ueber den Ozean
Sehnsuechte schweben
nach normalen Gespraechen
lockeren Scherzen

Einfach nur leben
geben und nehmen
lachen und weinen
flirten und lieben

Unendliche Sehnsucht
nach verlorenen Dingen
bald wieder zu finden
ueber dem Meer

© NicoleB

Korea, Maerz 2005

Leute heute

Leute heute
verdorbene Beute

Grosskotzige Spuren
laute Toene

verwoehnte Goeren
dummes Geplapper

deprimiertes Gemurmel
unsinniges Stammeln

Rechtschreibung Nein danke
mit dem Kopf vor die Schranke

© NicoleB

Korea, Maerz 2005

Wednesday, May 25, 2011


Listen to the voices
see their faces
try to understand
try to respect

© NicoleB

Korea, Sep 2005

Sunday, May 8, 2011

365/100 – people

I have long pondered if I shall post this photo or not.

I was walking the dogs, camera in hand as usual, when I saw this elderly man roaming around the trash, digging out a piece of bread and start eating it.

As most times, he was aware of me taking a photo it seems (not in this photo, but another) and I felt bad about it. Not because I took the photo, but because I rather wanted to help him. Somehow.

I took the photos not out of ‘sensationalism’. No. That scene struck a nerve of something I was wondering about since a while. All these foreign workers that are here since decades, that left their families, whose families which they supported are probably either dead or also scattered over foreign countries, all those elderly people, not able to do hard Labor no more and many of them here illegally…. what becomes of them?

One of the women I talk to from time to time is supporting her sister and family and daughter with her Baby at home. She keeps nothing for herself. I asked her what she will do when she’s old. She doesn’t know.

Culture says that their children will take care of them. But their society is changing the way the Western society has changed. In a few years, I doubt there will be many kids doing what their parents did. Send all their money back to their families. The generations coming now will want more for themselves.

I wonder how many people like this man are roaming the streets in this country.