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we must stare into a crystal ball and only see the past..
..into the caverns of tomorrow with just our flashlights and our love.
so living is really not that easy as i thought it would be when you just change the setting.
all that changed is indeed myself. the myth of moving away is complied. i'm growing, figuring out what my parents mean to me, cutting myself into pieces just to find out what shaped me ( Read more... ) -
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"Daran glaubte er nicht. Mied sogar das Wort. Hielt es für Kitsch. Es gebe diese drei Dinge, und nur sie, pflegte er zu sagen: Begierde, Wohlgefallen und Geborgenheit. Und alle seien sie vergänglich"
(Liebe.)
("Nachtzug nach Lissabon" - Pascal Mercier.)
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manchmal ist man so unaufgeräumt, dass man den ansatzpunkt zum aufräumen nicht mehr findet. stattdessen macht man riesige schritte und verrenkungen um von a nach b zu kommen und muss ständig aufpassen, dass man auf nichts tritt.
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i couldn't sleep well tonight. first it was his message in the middle of the night, then a nightmare i don't even remember and at sunrise the screaming segulls.
but things are ok or even a little better.
in the air a smell of the cinnamon candle, perfume, a waft of cigarette smoke and the good old milka alp milk on the sofa.
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we think you're a joke.
i'm paying my drinks with a charming smile and money that i wrinkle up to little butterflies or ducks and that's why people at the pub fall in love with me. or they do because of my spicy tongue. things are so easy at nights like these.
and then again they are so difficult and exhausting. and i don't want to hear or say anything anymore, forever.
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when you feel embarrassed then I'll be your pride.
when you need directions then i'll be your guide.
everythings fine.
it's just that people sometimes should talk about the more essential things and with less ceremonies. and me, maybe i would start talking if they would talk about the things that'd match my thoughts.
last week this dutch guy on the beach told me: "you exactly know what you want, don' ( Read more... ) -
the sea the sea the sea.
now there is sand between the sheets of the book i'm reading and every day the sunbeams glitter in the ripples of the blue. when standing in it, with the water up to my neck i can look down and see my feet on the ground because of its clearness and taste the salt on my lips. la côte d'azur. well its not the vast ocean. no distant wide beaches with ( Read more... )
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