"I was eighteen now, just gone. Eighteen was not a young age. At eighteen old Wolfgang Amadeus had written concertos and symphonies and operas and oratorios and all that cal, no, not cal, heavenly music. And then there was old Felix M. with his Midsummer Night's Dream Overture. And there were others. And there was this like French poet set by old ( Read more... )

one week

( My little hamlet in Berlin )

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one month

okay HAHA! how's this for irony ( Read more... )

my nose is running... away

da sind sie ja wieder

come on people...

I'm sitting here in a dark quiet apartment by myself in the middle of rainy berlin germany

lets go! keep me occupied!

aaaah fuck you internet!..

I mean NO! i love internet.