Nr. 22 |
Zum Einschlafen zu sagen Ich möchte jemanden einsingen, bei jemandem sitzen und sein. Ich möchte dich wiegen und kleinsingen und begleiten schlafaus und schlafein. Ich möchte der Einzige sein im Haus...
Posted by on Thu, 21 Dec 2006 16:00:00 GMT |
Nr. 21 |
Raiders' Dawn Softly the civilized Centuries fall, Paper on paper, Peter on Paul. And lovers walking From the night - Eternity's masters, Slaves of Time - Recognize only The drifting white ...
Posted by on Wed, 20 Dec 2006 16:00:00 GMT |
Nr. 20 |
Das Leben Das Leben ist verhüllt und verborgen, wie auch euer größeres Selbst verborgen und verhüllt ist. Aber wenn das Leben spricht, werden alle Winde Worte; und wenn es von neuem spricht, so...
Posted by on Tue, 19 Dec 2006 16:00:00 GMT |
Nr. 13 |
Eure Kinder sind nicht eure Kinder. Es sind die Söhne und Töchter der Sehnsucht des Lebens nach sich selbst. Sie kommen durch euch, aber nicht von euch, und obwohl sie mit euch sind, gehören sie ...
Posted by on Tue, 12 Dec 2006 16:00:00 GMT |
Rain |
It rained today and you could smell that spring is not far away anymore. Can't wait. Everything else sucks. I'm feeling lonely, caught and Kiara's sick. I have enough of it all!
Posted by on Fri, 24 Mar 2006 12:23:00 GMT |
Right or wrong? |
You know how you try to be sensible, to do what's right and then everything goes wrong despite your good intentions? I've been off balance for such a long time... Sometimes I feel like I can hardly ta...
Posted by on Fri, 11 Mar 2005 01:50:00 GMT |
Caught |
Memories haunting me. They're so clear. Like watching a film in a cinema in my head. Feelings haven't changed. It still hurts. Why did I try to be sensible? Why didn't I go back to where I knew I belo...
Posted by on Thu, 10 Mar 2005 11:52:00 GMT |
Free? |
Being free means having nothing to lose anymore. Read that somewhere. But if that's true, how could we ever be free? There's always something we don't want to lose. So often we're scared of changes an...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Dec 2004 13:12:00 GMT |
Motionless |
How come your brain sometimes just ceases to work properly? Leaves you standing there with nothing on your mind but emptiness. Like a blank piece of paper. Eyes wide open. Staring. Your feet forgot wh...
Posted by on Sun, 21 Nov 2004 18:57:00 GMT |
Winter |
Air as cold as ice. Feels like you could cut it with a knife. Smells nice though. So fresh and new. In your lungs. Realizing you're alive and how beautiful everything looks in this crystal clear morni...
Posted by on Sun, 21 Nov 2004 13:52:00 GMT |
