i want more friends to be stranded

karaoke

tribal dances

tribal girl

this is the last bar i will imagine for tonight. it is on another beach, somewhere on an island with many palmtrees and jungle prints and where no storms, hurricanes or volcanoes will ever erupt, because this beach hasnt been touched by man. only by my imagination. I think I will bring some friends along to discover my special island, WONDERBAR.

stranded friends

a bar on a tropical beach touched only by my imagination

in my mind i am mixing a sex on the beach cocktail. i dont know whats in it but it doesn matter. i just mix a touch of rum, gin, some German sekt (but i pretend is French champagne), a few drops of lime, tropical mineral water, lemonade and more rum.

lets go to another bar my drink is already empty

when i look at these postcards, i imagine sitting inside a  tropical bar, and through a long straw i sip cocktails, wipe strawberry juice of my full lips, while the rum makes its way to the top, making my head spin from side to side as the sound of the ocean rings inside my ears. the rum breeze warms up the room of my cold, coal heated studio. Yum! i want another one!

Out my door, its grey and miserable

your steps skid down wet footpaths

the clouds havent given the sun a chance in days

the snow melted away the last hope of winter happiness

we are back to trampling on urban mud

hot emails from sunny places from steve and gracia and louise

turn me on, explosive heat

i hope my words melt in their mouths

do you have summer blues sinking in your hearts?

at least they can see the sun from inside their rooms

i have the winter blues when i gaze through my shades

bulletins shoot online about a missing Portugese man

who works as an investigator at a techology company here in Berlin

last seen at 4am leaving a club last week

his footprints still fresh on the dance floor

employer and friends are searching for his remains or his whereabouts

a happy photo of him attached to me

has anybody seen him?

maybe he escaped back to his sunny roots, Portugal

away he went with his winter blues

my sunny roots are  far away

and even though i drink Aussie wine and imagine my escape

i still dont feel the ocean’s breeze or its sand blowing in the tropical wind

on TV i see surfers and swimmers loose their flesh to sharks

i see hurricanes blow rooftops away

i see a plane floating on Hudson river

after all these news?

how can i escape the Winter Blues?

when leaving home has become impossible?

i will tell you how. i will imagine