What has been written in the sand last only until the next ocean wave to wipe it away, without leaving a trace nor proof. But the one who wrote the message in the sand, and the one who understood the message will keep it in their heart and treasuring it dearly. Like music. Once played …
As my train slowly arriving in Leonberg train station, the small drops of rain were getting larger and larger. As I stepped out the train, Leonberg welcomed me with lightning and storm and heavy rain. The little umbrella that I have was rather useless in this situation. Anyway, for me who grew up in Malaysia …
Have you ever been to a place, when you leave, you are taking a message with you? Recently, I was in Frankfurt, and I am taking back this message with me: come back to now. It is actually an advertisement for contemporary art collection in Städel Museum, and it inspired me. When I think …
Finally, the time has come to share with you my favourite poem Septembermorgen by Eduard Mörike about my favourite season – Autumn. It is talking about on a September morning, where the woods and the fields are still dreaming, but soon you will see the Autumn – the golden world. And I, on a September …
Sinn. This poem continue with the old tale which made Heine felt so sad. Heine took me to Rhine river and told me the old tale. Once upon a time on this rock, sat a charming beautiful girl called Loreley. Under the golden evening sun, she combed her golden hair with golden comb. Shimmering, glittering, …
The place where I am right now is the right place for me at the very moment. Therefore, stop wishing I am somewhere else, but to pay proper attention to this very place. To be fully present in the city. …
First they came for the socialists, and I did not speak out— Because I was not a socialist. Then they came for the trade unionists, and I did not speak out— Because I was not a trade unionist. Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out— Because I was not a …
I Strings in the earth and air Make music sweet; Strings by the river where The willows meet. There’s music along the river For Love wanders there, Pale flowers on his mantle, Dark leaves on his hair. All softly playing, With head to the music bent, And fingers straying Upon an instrument. CHAMBER MUSIC By …
On a birthday party, I sat next to an 8 years old girl, with enthusiasm she told me about her violin lesson. She just learned pizzicato, and she can play 3 tunes on A-string, her teacher put sticker to mark where her finger should place. “If you would like to, I can play ‘the apple …
During the social distancing period back in March and April. I always heard children talking or playing wherever I was. Their conversation was my amusement as I walked by and accidentally heard it. A boy behind the hedge raised his voice to call his friend at may be two houses away. “Paul! Do you want …