This is a collection of my dearest poems. 52 wisdoms for every week of the year. They are very short and essential. Wisdoms which are grown over years. Most of them you may know from my other books, but that doesn't matter. I was astonished by myself how new these old thoughts seemed to me, when I read them today. Maybe that is a sign for their timelessness. But my words are not my own merit. When God turns off the pipe, I'm totally dry and speechless.