Yearly Archives: 2008

Nothing for sale

Noth­ing for sale, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. And so the mer­chant asked How much for your heart? What’s the price on your soul? A dime for your thoughts. Can I pay you to play a role? I am des­per­ate Out of stock Out of time Out of my mind Won’t you please be so

Tower of Babel

Tower to Babel, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. We keep on stack­ing Where wis­dom is lack­ing Coin upon coin And bill upon bill Just for the thrill Until It all comes tum­bling down. And bro­ken is a mighty crown Made of paper and tin Its foun­da­tion proved too thin. We keep on build­ing the tower

Watcha got there?

Watcha got there?, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Com­ing in to Munich first week of August we had a 12 hour lay­over thanks to the Lufthansa pilot strike. We used the time to go down­town and headed over to the Eng­lish Gar­den (I highly rec­om­mend a visit). The lake (called Klein­hes­selo­her See) in the north­ern

Good night, sweet dreams

Good night, sweet dreams., orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Good night, sweet dreams. Sleep tight under gen­tle streams Of sooth­ing light and calm­ing air. Breathe easy with no care. No shad­ows will dis­turb your slum­ber, No frights that will encum­ber Your ten­der rest in night’s car­ing arms — A watch­ful light will keep you free

Joie de vivre

Lebens­freude — Joie de vivre, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. From Wikiep­dia: “Joie de vivre (from the French joie, “joy”; de, “of”; vivre, “to live, liv­ing”; “the joy of liv­ing”) is a term some­times imported into Eng­lish to express a cheer­ful enjoy­ment of life; an exul­ta­tion of spirit. Joie de vivre, as one scholar has

Smile

Smile, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. If you ever lose your smile Don’t fret, there’re plenty to find In all the life around us © Thorsten Becker

Ever more

Ever more, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Through open win­dow I hear thy voice beguil­ing, What wis­dom may you be hid­ing? Thus I rise from day’s tir­ing work to inves­ti­gate See what it is you say, you so assuredly state. “Rib­bit! Rib­bit!” I hear you con­vey Con­tem­plate your words I sure shall may, That ancient