Hallo Franz,
habe mir mal Zeit genommen, in Ruhe deine Gedanken von damals und heute, gespickt mir Ironie,Witz und Poesie,
bei einer guten Tasse coffeinhaltigem Heißgetränks zu Gemüte zu ziehen.Franz, das ist ja tiefsinnig und gleicht schon Poesie und Lyrik in vollenderter Form und begeistert mich.
Auch deine schon Leonardo da Vinci`s gleicher Erfindungsreichtum..... ich verneige mich....
Es hat mich so begeistert, hier auch ein Gedicht von William Shakespeare wiederzugeben, welches ich finde
gut in die "allgemeine Gesamtsituation" passt
.....räusper....augestanden......los gehts...bitte Rúhe !!!
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms;
Then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lin'd,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion;
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.
zuletzt noch eins....bleib so wie du bist...so ist es am besten.....
Didier
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- Schweinkram mit Bananen auf Flecktarn 
