40 years later
Monday, July 20, 2009
Thursday, July 09, 2009
Sunday, June 07, 2009
...old ashes for treesssss....
...Sehnsucht an P.Floyd...why, actually?
Maybe because it is the third grey ady in a row...maybe because I am here home, loooking at my sage plant on the window...maybe because I am still wondering whether I should eat something...whether the music I have collected so far still satisfies me, whether Soviet Union is interesting enough...whether I should watch the R.Garros final, whether I should not care about the small things for a while...
Maybe because it is the third grey ady in a row...maybe because I am here home, loooking at my sage plant on the window...maybe because I am still wondering whether I should eat something...whether the music I have collected so far still satisfies me, whether Soviet Union is interesting enough...whether I should watch the R.Garros final, whether I should not care about the small things for a while...
Saturday, May 09, 2009
Friday, May 01, 2009
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Tuesday, April 07, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
The biggest change in my blog´s conception
I guess I met you three times in the last four days...I also guess I met you twice today...the only thing I am sure is that I met you once in an Austrian restaurant and we both pretended we did not know each other...you had your point though, being not alone...
I had only a newspaper...
I am deeply spaced out, once more...do not have anything to say anymore unless that I am still and totally in love with you...
Since this sentence would be the most stupid thing I could ever say to you, I think we are not going to talk to each other that much...not going to tell you other stuff, that would be awkward...no compromise rather than no surprise...the way you would stand me once more...
And somehow in my crazy never ending longing about your voice and your body, your smell and the way you walk, I think it is a pretty good deal...
People say dreams cannot last longer than 8 minutes...well I would like to tell them the feeling someone gets when he wakes up and thinks and remembers he has dreamt only one and single thing...
I know what I want and I know I will never have it...it is balanced, it is neverchanging...it is assuasive...
I had only a newspaper...
I am deeply spaced out, once more...do not have anything to say anymore unless that I am still and totally in love with you...
Since this sentence would be the most stupid thing I could ever say to you, I think we are not going to talk to each other that much...not going to tell you other stuff, that would be awkward...no compromise rather than no surprise...the way you would stand me once more...
And somehow in my crazy never ending longing about your voice and your body, your smell and the way you walk, I think it is a pretty good deal...
People say dreams cannot last longer than 8 minutes...well I would like to tell them the feeling someone gets when he wakes up and thinks and remembers he has dreamt only one and single thing...
I know what I want and I know I will never have it...it is balanced, it is neverchanging...it is assuasive...
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Tuesday, March 03, 2009
Sunday, March 01, 2009
I thought about S.F.Scholz, born in April few years ago, early this morning in the most beautiful library I have ever visited, while writing up a paper; while swimming few hours later; while eating home; while riding my bike through South Berlin; while doing some extra hours work in the evening; while drinking in a couple of Kreuzberg´s bars; while dancing in a huge and funny though fucked up private party until the police came; while travelling with a stinking taxi; while walking home from the shortened taxi-ride; while typing this lines...while my life will go on, apparently...tomorrow and in the days to come.
I consider it a true damnation, a never ending state of contraction, like the Barry Adamson´s song.
Simone Weil has been probably one of the smartest persons of the 20th century, by the way...
German police, in the XXI century, is probably the most polite Police of the world...almsot a complex to be developed...
I consider it a true damnation, a never ending state of contraction, like the Barry Adamson´s song.
Simone Weil has been probably one of the smartest persons of the 20th century, by the way...
German police, in the XXI century, is probably the most polite Police of the world...almsot a complex to be developed...
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Wednesday, February 04, 2009
Tonight I believe that if I talked about it, it might help...
I was at school today, listening some guy talking about law systems in comparison...and had a strong, wild and lasting sense of Sehnsucht of a summer dinner in Schöneberg, where language, for once, did not look like a problem, where the smell of a bridge on the Großbeerenstrasse was of rotten flowers and fresh dawn, where my bycicle was silently carried over, and the voice, that I miss the most in every single hour I remember having lived since, told me of the beauty of small things, on which I then happened to believe...
What else?
I was at school today, listening some guy talking about law systems in comparison...and had a strong, wild and lasting sense of Sehnsucht of a summer dinner in Schöneberg, where language, for once, did not look like a problem, where the smell of a bridge on the Großbeerenstrasse was of rotten flowers and fresh dawn, where my bycicle was silently carried over, and the voice, that I miss the most in every single hour I remember having lived since, told me of the beauty of small things, on which I then happened to believe...
What else?
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