Nightly windows and doors, locked

Madrid, Spain

“There is always something interesting behind closed doors and covered windows, the curious mind wanting to have a look-see” Gun Roswell

Nightly windows and doors, locked

The doors and windows closed tightly shut

Then again, why the hell not?

It is night time and the darkness creeps people out

Wanting to shelter themselves and there ruts

But, sometimes there is this sensation of a must

The need to peek inside, even if just to have a smile

And perhaps something totally odd there to find

But even it was just something simple like life

Then that too could be as fine

As the Peeping One inside of every single one

Will want to know, how the other side goes

Is there something totally sad and bad there?

Or just some people snoring for the next day?

Perhaps a party or a more daring orgy?

Or maybe something totally outer worldly?

Whatever the thing is lurking behind the closed entrances

Rest assure, they will be seen by a lurker

Hanging around like a stalker with their snapper ready

The everyday persons paparazzi, a hunter nazi

Getting their kicks, but then again, no matter how sick

This might sound to most of us, you too, will want to know

As seen on the many televised shows

Madrid, Spain

Balcony Life

“Summer and hot weather: Open the windows and doors!” Gun Roswell

Balcony Life

When the midsummer weather hits
Hits so hard, you cannot even sit
Sit, in one place or another without breaking
Breaking a sweat so huge you cannot wait
Wait, until the draft from all the opened
Opened doors and windows start to blow
Blow, so hard you can feel it in your bones
Bones, still sore from the freezing winter’s cold
Cold, you now yearn for at this time of year
Year, when you thought the warmth and weather would be clear
Clear, to spend all your time outside
Outside, in the nature so open and wild
Wild, but that is not in your own nature
Nature, ever changing for you and outside
Outside, where you wanted to stay for a while
While, but then a thought occurred
Occurred, in a flash of light
Light, which is plenty full outside
Outside, is where you really want to be
Be, but still in a very cool breeze
Breeze, and then, be able to breathe
Breathe in the warmth and openness of summer
Summer, you waited for so long for
For now, take a seat, a table and some drinks
Drinks, to keep you cool inside
Inside, is certainly not where you want to be
Be, outside, but high up, and then, it was so clear
Clear, as the skies out there
There, is the place where I can finally be
Be cool and, enjoy summer, to the most
Most, as I now sit on the chair in my balcony!

Sunny Side Up

“Basking in the sun, lazily in this chair, when supposed to be, going to do some shopping” Gun Roswell

Sunny Side Up

When broken and tired of all the running around
So many shops and still, nothing to be found
The weather scorching, as is the heat
How I wish you could find one empty seat

Luckily or unluckily, the one to be seen
Is smack in the middle of a sunny type scene
The place so bright even the colours are fading
But since they are the only ones left, I will stop complaining

Hopping on to the cushions so inviting
Trying hard to ignore the offers quite exiting
But I feel still so totally spent
Not even those cute little things in the window will up me get

Panting finally subsiding
I am turning my face towards the sun so shining
Letting the rays of sun soak my sweat
I know, it sounds awful, but better than being drenched

After the moment has past and I feel lighter
I watch though the shop windows and get delighted
I can see something really nice i have for long wanted
And then, with a new spring in my step, I am inside invited

I shop and shop and shop until I drop
Then with all the bags accumulated for a moment I stop
Gazing at the still empty seat so comfortable
I know I need to sit down, before I continue my way home

A Trip To Helsinki City (four)

Posted in Daily Stories/Travel

“We’re on a highway to Hell-sinki!”

A Trip To Helsinki City

Yes, you know who they are! Welcome to Hell-sinki!

A Trip To Helsinki City (three)

Posted in Daily Stories/Travel

“We’re on a highway to Hell-sinki!”

A Trip To Helsinki City

These Finns talk in funny accents and drink lots of coffee.
They drive like nuts, because rally is in their bloods.
They sit naked in the middle of freezing cold in a lake or a pond.
In return, they have this dark small lodge, called the Sauna,
where they sit naked in a hundred degree heat.
Then later in July, when the sun comes out once a year, the complain about a twenty degree heat.

continued in part four

A Trip To Helsinki City (two)

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“We’re on a highway to Hell-sinki!”

A Trip To Helsinki City

The place where all Finns dress in jumpsuits all year long and polar bears roam the streets.
Penguins and other arctic dwellers are as familiar house pets as a cat or a dog.

continued in part three

A Trip To Helsinki City (one)

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“We’re on a highway to Hell-sinki!”

A Trip To Helsinki City

Helsinki, the little town in the middle of nowhere, called Finland. You may have heard of it?

continued in part two

WWW in Mallorca (six)

Posted in World Wide Wednesday: Around the world in photographs

“Travel becomes a strategy for accumulating photographs”
Susan Sontag


WWW in Mallorca 

6-a

The evening filled
With colourful lights
Cool wind chilled
Time to head inside
The Aquarium a choice
Listening to sealife’s voice

6-b

WWW in Mallorca (one)

Posted in World Wide Wednesday: Around the world in photographs

“Travel becomes a strategy for accumulating photographs”
Susan Sontag


WWW in Mallorca 

2-a
Palma Nova
The sweetest Rosa
Of the island Mallorca
Welcomes
The weary traveler
A world’s passenger

1-b

WWW in Mallorca (five)

Posted in World Wide Wednesday: Around the world in photographs

“Travel becomes a strategy for accumulating photographs”
Susan Sontag


WWW in Mallorca 

5-a

Feeling very entertained
Passing the mountain chain
And the flattest of plains
There is nothing mundane
About this trip across the domain

5-b