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“Going D’accord” – Oliver Ritthaler & Jonathan Falk

The road was long. In most moments we fought boredom, didn’t we? And we won. So we are here. I won’t regret a thing. Like you.

Remember those days we pasted up stickers all over the town, some works still to see. Think of us djing in dark locations until sunrise (What happened there, stays there, oh, my beauties, oh, wet walls…). Or imagine how we performed poetry in front of the working ministry, including laughing unemployeds. This was my story but now it’s ours.

We got children. Some are ours. Some are loved the same. Or are older than we both together. I have no clue of what I am talking about, that’s why I am wiser. Come into my arms and feel warmth, sister, brother, forever alien insecurities.

May the future judge, some content analysing bots or just the dust in the wind. Our hearts pump, it’s their job, blood. Your hearts may jump, that’s their will, pressure. The world’s music moves us on eternally. Everything will be alright, as long as we go d’accord. 

“Going D’accord” by Oliver Ritthaler & Jonathan Falk

Original picture by Oliver Ritthaler. Edit of picture and words by Jonathan Falk.

“Sub Marine” – Oliver Ritthaler

Welcome to your nightmare, 
Just take a step inside. 
Take a deep breath if you dare, 
Start your inner fight. 
Don’t know what you might find there, 
What do you see without light? 
Which of your demons do you care? 
The correct choice is never right.

“Sub Marine” by Oliver Ritthaler

“We Are All Puppets” – Oliver Ritthaler

Down at the beach
I find my inner Child.
Back on the street
I find my inner Warrior.
Deep in the woods
I find my inner Explorer.
Back at home
I find all Myself. (or)

“We Are All Puppets” by Oliver Ritthaler

We are all puppets,
Some on a string, some with long
Swing, some lost one wing.

Don’t leave them on beach,
Care them, they bleach in a sun
We will never reach. (jf)

“Three Types Of Texture” – Oliver Ritthaler

_~*three types of texture*~_

Who cares if you are old? Maybe you’re not old but vintage.

Who the hell calls you torn? Maybe you’re not torn but charming.

Why they say you’re faded when it’s just your kind of character?

Three types of texture.

Three different angles of view.

Three types of posture.

Unlimited types of you.

“Three Types Of Texture” by Oliver Ritthaler