Books of the World
LAST UPDATE - Monday Mai 11th, 2026
When life becomes boring again

currrently reading/ planing to read

"I am not lazy; I am just happy doing nothing"
Flower Garden

a short story by me

The penetrating smell of the raindid haunt away the flavor of anything else. Not a single flower had any chance to show their beautiful scent
They all let their heads drop. Sad, llike they would mourn about the dead.
With such polished patels clened by the rain
NOTHING EVER DISTURBED THEIR PEACE
Because the rain washed away everything. The sadness, the desparation, the anger, the bloos.

Now it was just a beautiful flower garden. Atropa Belladonna, Laburnum Anagyroides, Colchisum Autumnale.
Looking like paradise itseld.
well, the grey sky fell out of line. I wasn't able to determine a single cloud. They were a unit.
Such as we had been.
Slowly, I opened the iron door, leading to the flower garden where we stepped in together.

the loves of my life

my favorites

BE DRUNK

by Charles Baudelaire

You have to be always drunk. That's all there is to it--it's the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk.

But on what?Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk.

And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass of a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room, you wake again, drunkenness already diminishing or gone, ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock, everything that is flying, everything that is groaning, everything that is rolling, everything that is singing, everything that is speaking. . . ask what time it is and wind, wave, star, bird, clock will answer you:"It is time to be drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, be drunk, be continually drunk! On wine, on poetry or on virtue as you wish."