martes, 11 de marzo de 2008

Over and over again

One drop followed another.
They were running.
They wanted to touch the sun.
They forgot to hold hands and
disappeared in the air.
They became cold and
dropped back to earth,
where the race starts anew.

Maria Fischinger @ 2008

jueves, 6 de marzo de 2008


Cradle of flowers and ferns,
Dressed with green mosses rest the old,
dead rotted trunks, full of life.
Close by stand white rocks dressed with green velvet moss,
serving as homes to many small creatures.
A stable changing pattern,
constantly mixing their substance and colors
on the canvas of life of the forest.

Maria Fischinger

lunes, 3 de marzo de 2008


Today, the symphony in high green
mixed with white and blue tones
in the key of a radiant sun
was played in the hall of life.

It was followed by the musical duel between the chirping of birds
and the warble of the river.

The fresh breeze harmonized with the sensation of well being
and the constant renovation of life
throughout the centuries.