IF plant

Once I had a veggie garden. 
I couldn't keep it up, but it inspired me to do some drawings on this topic.

IF nightmare

something I learned

there are so many ways to feel love

IF safety

In the newspaper this morning: a case of too much safety. 
The family protection dog protects so well 
that no one can come to visit the family 
and the family can not leave the premises. 
Oh boy!

 

Lola la ola

Lola la ola was a very special wave. She could think. She thought about life on the beach, about people sun bathing and children playing. She wanted to see all that, be there, stay. But waves are always in a hurry, always pushing and pulling to reach the shore and to break into spume.  

Once she was so close. She could feel the warm sand and she reached out for some sweet little toes. She wanted to play around the feet of that little boy.
But high waves came rolling over her and low waves took her back into the ocean.

Lola flaoted near the coast of India. She heard beautiful music and smelled delicious smells. She felt light and happy.
And then she started to practise yoga. Reaching and rolling, stretching and bowing, untill she could control her every move. 

 
When she went back to the open sea she was not bored as waves normally are. They want only one thing and that is to breach on the land and shatter into a fountain of spume.
Lola kept herself busy. She would drift on the surface or sink to the deep, float backwards and forwards. Finally she learned to be still. Even her thoughts would stop.

One day she saw the shore again. The waves around her were growing bigger and roaring furiously, trying to be the first on the beach. But Lola slowed down and felt very calm. She reached the sand like water that is spilled on the floor. She made no noise and no spume. She disappeared, absorbed in the ground.

Lola the wave stayed on the beach forever. Do you know how you can find her? She is the water that appears when you dig a hole in the sand and that crumbles your walls.

Story: Roberto Marín

Illustrations: Hedwig Meischke

 

IF sailor

IF mind

The wounded soul doesn't mind
when festivity appears
the happiness of birds
... a song just hurts
the sun so kind
but how to stop the tears? 

IF mother

Nobody was ever so pleased to see me
I miss you, mom

 

IF shoe

Good morning, my dear sailor
although an ocean apart
our love is pure and true
I, always in your heart
you, safely in my wooden shoe

IF fable

The fable of the easter hare

When the chicken goes 
salute the sun
a stranger tip toes 
and smells the bun

the chicken stands mindless in sunny stare
while on his hindlegs speeds away the hare 

Eggs are known to be full of surprises
but the easter hare is never the wisest

IF umbrella

IF heroic and scoop

An heroic act
without thinking
scoop her up
stop her sinking

IF talk

IF sound

              Awake by the sound of sleeping