filing in spaces with the meaning 
that holds my heart together.

filing in spaces with the meaning 

that holds my heart together.


Sir Nicholas Winton is a humanitarian who organized a rescue operation that saved the lives of 669 Jewish Czechoslovakia children from Nazi death camps, and brought them to the safety of Great Britain between the years 1938-1939.

After the war, his efforts remained unknown. But in 1988, Winton’s wife Grete found the scrapbook from 1939 with the complete list of children’s names and photos. Sir Nicholas Winton is sitting in an audience of Jewish Czechoslovakian people who he saved 50 years before.


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I wish upon a star, he said,

for money.

As if stars were interested 

in our meaningless inventions.

For money rules the world;

this world, 

this obscene, illusionary,

made up world.

When you look upon a star

it is dead that reflects back

to you.

The passing of the inevitable

faith of all the things comprised

in an infinite and unknown

marvel of mysteries.

Yet down here,

death is looking at you too.

The death of meaning,

the death of human-ness.

The death of your soul,

if you ever had one.

Count your life then

in currency;

go to the ATM

and take out memories

of your new religion.

Buy yourself some love

and cover your existence

with stuff.

Good luck,

as the luck of the rigged game

shall be.

Keep on wishing,

just do not offend the stars,

that know nothing of pettiness,

of market values,

of stocks.

Take your money and eat it,

pay respects to your bills,

make your breathing worth

some pennies

and remember,

over all, remember,

to save.

To save money,

not lives.

Especially not your own.

for all I care…

as above so below

as above so below

measure it,

analyze it,

count it,

why don’t you?

think about it,

over and over.

Remember it,

slightly and plenty.

Go on, 

talk about it.

cover all angles,

change the story 

every so often.

Bend it,

shape it,

make it useful

so you think

to enforce your view.

another brick

on your wall.

Great job

how many will it  take

to be safe?

how tall,

how deep,

how strong?

Is it worth  life,

the tales

the perception

through thick windows

of despair.

Go on,

do it again.

write about it

here and there

share it

as if it was

your story 

to tell.

Make life

make places

not to stay

make people

on your way.

These are the thoughts

I pray

the battle for what?

where silence is prey

This is the book

the poem

the script.

nothing more

than make believe. 

Great job,

I say

wasting life

making time




to go back.

it’s a love movie

it’s a love movie

far away so close

far away so close

I am not ashamed of being lonely.