Barefoot Running I have not been writing in a while. That is because I'm under the spell of barefoot running. I am not running the miles, I am running the kilometers and I am running a lot of them. Daily. And it is giving me so much pleasure.

Last Day Of Vacation For once I've been at home over the summer. Ok, not all the time, I did spend three days in Norway. But the rest of my summer vacation I spent at home. What did I do here then? I worked. I did hard, physical work. That is what I do for relaxation. I am a terrible amateur in doing hard, physial work. But I love doing it. Professionally I am engaged in human conversation. I sit and talk and I sit and listen to other people's talk all day. Sit. I sit and I sit and I sit. I have to eat tiny little mouse portions of food not to gain weight. I read in some recent report that people that sit still more than two hours a day live a much shorter #life. That it is actually more dangerous to sit than it is to smoke. And the report also stated that my one hour run every second day did not compensate for my sitting, not even one tiny little bit. So, I spent my summer vacation trying to compensate for all the sitting I am doing at work. I built, I painted, I digged and I planted. Tomorrow morning I will be sitting again. I think I must change my profession.

Becoming a Farmer Me and my three cats are in our sunroom, the rain is making a peaceful sound when hitting the roof. It is warm. It is dark. I had my green tea already and I brushed my teeth. But I just need to sit here for another little while. It is so lovely. It is so lovely to just be. To be here. In this sunroom I have my tomato plants, my aubergine plants, my chilli plants and my cucumber plants. I have nurtured them all since they were little seeds. Since the beginning of March. I love them. They are my babies. Tomorrow I will build my chicken coop. Half is done. My father will help me. My wife will pimp it after we're done, give it that female touch. On Sunday I will go get four chickens. I can't wait. I guess I'm becoming a farmer. I don't know how that happened, I was a city boy just now.

Paper Doll My paper doll can reach me And take me to a dream My paper doll can teach me That #life is always mean She makes me feel special When you are not around Oh, it's like a treasure That I never really found I know you believe that this is bad But it's instead of the love we never had She can make me feel That I'm a man, a real guy She makes me satisfied And never ask me why Bring up fantasies That makes me loose control Oh, she's got the keys To the hottest place of all I know you believe that this is bad But it's instead of the love we never had

a Lover and a Sinner When I was younger I used to practice love a lot. In each and every way. I turned it inside out, outside in and investigated every inch of it, each and every day. I loved love and I still do. But today I know it is, so much more than just a kiss. I married too quick and could not help loving others on the side. Eventually they all found out I was a prick and I had nowhere I could hide. Somewhere there I found myself, looked at me and shook my head. Realised the foolishness of trying to find true love in a bed. There, in the mirror, was the man I had just found. It was him I had to love and not each and every girl in town.