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About Me

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So I'm just a student. Study foreign languages. Here to find new interesting people... Tired of reality, of ordinariness, of platitude... Every day try to escape from reality which is killing me slowly... day by day... Like loneliness and to be with my close friends too... like to walk in the lights of a sleeping city... and feel the wind in my hair...and the sun shining in my friends' eyes...
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My Blog

Between Dreams and Reallity

Between Dreams and RealityWhat is real and what is not? And how to tell one from the other, and not get lost? As the French philosopher Jules de Gaultier said 'Imagination is the one weapon in the war...
Posted by on Mon, 17 Nov 2008 23:38:00 GMT

A flavour of the End

A Flavour Of The EndThe lackluster sun'sLooking down at me;Relying on my blind eyesHow could I grab the truth?There's only the filthy airFull of lies, fakes and fears.Away from this.Fragile and frail,...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Jul 2008 21:17:00 GMT

Through the mirror of my soul

Cold light of my soulFreezes everyone here;My friend, my enemisAnd people that I hardly know And I'm alone here againIn my frosen Kingdom,Please hear me out, Enliven my heart and soul There's nothing ...
Posted by on Wed, 21 May 2008 07:49:00 GMT

Die Gemütlichkeit

Heute haben wir ein Gedicht in der Deutschstunde geschrieben... ha... bin ich eine göttlich Dichterin xD..... Die Gemütlichkeit ist Mit einem Freund im Regen Unter dem Schirm zusammen stehen; Ein Tass...
Posted by on Fri, 16 May 2008 10:02:00 GMT