This is goodbye

This is what it comes down to

Bubble-wrapped memories, 

The last couple of years

Hoarded in bags and boxes too. 

As they take away the last one

I stare at the now empty rooms,

Fragments of my life I vacuum

And the knot in my heart tightens.

Moments flash before my eyes
Day after day, home is smiles and sighs,

People and dinners I welcomed

Even bad times, and there were some.

This is it, this is goodbye
The next chapter of life to untie,

A little pinch as I am about to let go

But it is time to open other windows. 

I remove my name from the mailbox

Fully aware that it is the final task,

I close the door to the past

Getting new keys for new locks.

All-in-one

We want the gadget

That does it all

Connects us at all times

Protected from a fall.

From now on,

No one is out of reach

In our free time

It even has the ability to teach:

The quote of the day

News incoming 

Throughout the day

Pop-ups in a constant state

Do not have to check

It is the notifications alert

That we set.

Why look any further

Carry in our pockets
One or two things heavier

It also works as a camera,

A map if we get lost

A game center when we are bored.

This lovely little package

Wrapped in multifunctional;

Nothing it cannot offer

That one that gives us all --
Is it not

Precisely what we want

An ideal all-in-one? 

The gadget that does it all

That has made everything

So accessible;

We want the same in people

Someone that has it all

The ideal all-in-one

Trying to materialize

The perfect person.

Answering our needs

The looks that we fancy
Mind-boggling
But still entertaining

And put on silent 

When it is inconvenient
Then expected
To succeed
Continually.

But where is the fun
In the easier version
Who needs perfection
When there is
A specialized version?
The one
That may not have all things
But does that one thing
In excellent condition.
A camera
That takes
Professional ones
An intellect
That sprinkles
The conversation
A stereo
That plays music
In high-definition
A sensible soul
 That spreads
His recollections.
To be ideal
Is to simplify
To simplify
is not ideal --
So rather look for
Someone special
Than an all-in-one. 

Given

Life can still -- and will always surprise you.

DOLCE FAR NIENTE

Some days are good
Some days are better
Here indulging for hours
In this heaven of food

Wine keeps pouring
Our words sweeten it
Pleasuring the spirit
And bothered by nothing

With every single sip
And mouthful delight
Renewing the relationship
Each time we take a bite

Some days we survive
Some days we twist the knife
At this table here to revive
The flavors of our life.

Street art

The city talks to me
Leaves me messages
I am here to revel in
Certain tags on a wall
A quote on the lamppost
Someone said it before
So I will not miss anything at all.

I keep my eyes wide open
Skimming in every direction
Daily surmise is that this art
Sent to me from there above.

The street is the canvas
Human behavior, the brush
And only the very few
Are smart enough to be imbued.

My city is adorned
Embraces me on wintry days
And enlightens
When it is only shadows that strays
Artists keep pointing out to me
It is because of what is left behind
That wonderful Zürich still bewilders me.

Background music

You have to speak louder
I can barely hear you
Come here,
Come a little closer.

You tilt your head
And as I feel your breath on me
I am about to lose my head.

Flushed, I nod and shudder
While gazing at your lips
And swiftly,
The background music just whispers.

The choice of your words
Love the sound of your voice;
The most enthralling noise I have ever heard.