Steve McQueen

(Source: katyastrophik)

hard/soft

(sorry, I do not remember the source of the picture)

This really is beautiful! The contradiction between the guys with their hard voices and pronunciation, and on the other hand the lovesong.What an excellent idea.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mo2wFptAX3k&feature=related

Müsli

Thanx to Frau Liebe, today is going to be "good-breakfast-day".

This is some self-made banana-crunchy-müsli. Here you can find the recipe for it:

http://frauliebe.typepad.com/frauliebe/anleitungen/

Enjoy!

Sopron

June

build me a bridge so I could climb to the top and take a big breath of air

no one could tell me what is wrong cause i am the only one here

life kept on running faster than me

i could not stop her so she kindly stopped for me

show me a mountain i am ready to see it sitting right in my hands

my love is an ocean but i cant even swallow one grain of sand

oh often i couldn't stand the stench of my own self

but still i never wanted to be anybody else

Genry Gene

watercolour landscapes

Some time ago I discovered passion for water colours. A very interesting approach to water colour is this one: Egon Miklavcic renders in watercolour interesting landscapes and ancient or just beautiful buildings in his surrounding. It is not only the beauty of the colours,the sence of romantic and the landscapes themselves, but it is the accuracy with which the pictures are painted. In other words they are beautiful.

http://www.miklavcic.co.at

Polka Dot Vintage Swimsuit

It isn't winter yet, but I am already missing the summer.

Isn't that a gorgeous swimsuit?

Polka Dot Vintage Swimsuit

topics of conversation

Yesterday I found this picture on this blog (http://ohjoy.blogs.com/) and I am pretty sure I have seen in it before. I love the haircut! It is so simple, yet charming.

"let not women's weapons, water-drops, stain my man's cheeks."

once upon a time

the road paints its own pictures

beauty - full

and sometimes we dream of the ocean

d - e - t - a - i - l

black and white and in between

flugzeugabsturtz

Eine Maschine ist in Russland bei Jaroslawl abgestürtzt. 43 Tote. Fast die gesamte Hockey-Mannschaft, die an Bord war, ist dabei gestorben. Es ist furchtbar.

Meine Gedanken sind bei den Familien der Opfer.

Земфира

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=deezezE74Ac&feature=related

We must start cleaning up our mess

Don't you think, that we need a new solution for this planet and ourselves?

When you look around you, what do you see? really?

I do not want to go on rambling about polution, war, the gap between rich and poor, because everyone of us knows that already.

But the question is, what is going on inside every individual concerning these very critical topics? Do you ignore what you see? or do you just close your eyes so you wouldn't see? We all have our little strategies to deal with thoughts not wanted. So, it is not enough to just open your eyes and look at all the misery, but it needs a lot of strength to find a solution, a way to solve the problems we have. Yes, it is right. WE have problems. A lot of them. But what can we do to find a way to manage the challeges of our time? It concerns every person on this planet.

What can we do? What is possible? This thought is getting louder, and have no clue, what can be done by me. And I am asking myself if this is the reason why nobody is acting on this. Because everybody thinks that there is nothing to be done by only one individual. but is that right?

I needed to write down my thoughts, they've been very importunate.

Picture of the day:

sweatshop

zazazazazazazazazazazazazaz

still love this song.

http://www.wat.tv/video/zaz-eblouie-par-nuit-38igf_2gxrf_.html

cry me a river

this version I like the most

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jAoABuJS1MA&feature=related

all about you and me

lovely

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CumPBHO-v0E&feature=related

self-defense

"It's strange. It has been such a long time. It seems like ages. The attechment that existed between us. Gone in seconds. Isn't it fascinating what people do when they are hurt?

There has been no connection, so it seems. no real honest interest. nevertheless. May be it is pride.

It seemed like a game all the time. but it isn't one, when it hurts you, and it hurts other people.

So there is time when you need to let go. Because going on with the chaos, with the back and forth, the memories, and all that hurts inside, makes one think you are not worth it being wanted. So gone. I always thought I will be the one who would be mad and disappointed. But may be I was mad and disappointed too many times before. And there was no hope and only emptiness stayed to fill the sore hurt, which was hurt for such a long time, waiting for the last bit of hope to die."

loving strangers

Loving strangers, loving strangers

Loving strangers, oh Loving strangers, 

loving strangers Loving strangers, oh

I’ve got a hole in my pocket

Where all the money has gone 

I’ve got a whole lot of work 

To do with your heart 

‘Cause it’s so busy, mine’s not

Loving strangers, loving strangers 

Loving strangers, oh Loving strangers, 

loving strangers Loving strangers,

oh  It’s just the start of the winter 

And I’m all alone 

But I’ve got my eye right on you 

Give me a coin 

And I’ll take you to the moon 

Now give me a bill 

And I’ll kiss you so foolishly  

Like you do when you lie When you’re not in my thoughts 

Like you do when you lie 

And I know it’s not my imagination

russian red

a long journey

finished, closed, done.

you need to do what you need to do. no excuses.

This is an interesting link:

http://wisdomofthekitchen.com/

today's evening program

Since I love this song (how often did I think exactly the same thing) and popovers spread a wounderfully warm feeling inside, I think its the best way to spend the evening: singing along with Lissie and baking popovers.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6i7jNwv_3oc

sharon davis

this I almost forgot:

Sharon Davis. gorgeous dancing.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LmNP3hZnk0A&feature=related

take out your rubber boots

So today the sky decided to cry. To go with the flow and to give the day the required melancholy, I listen to some really good french classical melodies.

Eblouie Par La Nuit

Ослепленная ночью, смертельным светом
Задевая машины, зрачки как булавочные головки
Я тебя ждала сто лет на чёрно-белых улицах
ты пришел, насвистывая

Ослепленная ночью, смертельным светом,
я стала бьющей по воротам пивной бутылкой, такой же законченной формы, как корабль
Если я из-за этого потеряла голову - ничего, я тебя любила и даже худшей
ты пришел, насвистывая

Ослепленная ночью, смертельным светом..
Нужно любить жизнь, или дать ей царить - проходить
Наши ночи курения наркотика...
Не остается почти ничего
Что не станет прахом утром

Ах, это метро, заполненное головокружением жизни
На ближайшей станции, европейской крошке
Положи руку туда, чуть ниже моего сердца

Ослепленная ночью, смертельным светом
Последний тур вальса со смертью в конце
Я ждала сто лет на чёрно-белых улицах
ты пришел, насвистывая...

zaz

Zaz

no words

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-F_9fgtEKYg

Я хочу любви, веселья, хорошего настроения!

Ваши деньги не принесут мне радости.

Я, я хочу остановить руку, сжимающую моё сердце. Папалапапапала!

Давайте все вместе откроем путь моей свободе!

Итак, забудьте о всех своих стереотипах,

Добро пожаловать в мою реальность!

Меня тошнит от вашей манерности - это для меня уже слишком!

Я, я ем с помощью рук - я такая!

Я громко разговариваю и не стесняюсь этого, уж извините!

Хватит лицемерия! Я ухожу от этого.

Меня уже тошнит от шаблонной речи!

Посмотрите на меня: вы мне не нужны со своей вычурностью,

Я такая (я такая) Папалапапапала!

Pablo Picasso

the way his eyes are looking at the observer: absorbing. He is speaking with his eyes. and they really have much to tell.

playful and romantic

wuthering heights

the original:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BW3gKKiTvjs&feature=related

this one is a capella:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fCcVXZv2mj4&feature=related

Kate Bush

For me she is one of the fascinating singer and performer.

I love the vibrancy and passion of her performances.

true colors

You, with the sad eyes:

Don't be discouraged, oh, I realize

It's hard to take courage

In a world full of people, you can lose sight of it

And the darkness inside you makes you feel so small

But I see your true colors shining through

I see your true colors, and that's why I love you

So don't be afraid to let them show-

Your true colors, true colors

Beautiful, like a rainbow

Show me your smile

Don't be unhappy, can't remember when

I last saw you laughing

This world makes you crazy

When you've taken all you can, baby,

Just call me up because you know I'll be there

the supremes

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=izzKUoxL11E&feature=related

Er liebte wilde Rosen. Die letzten Winter waren hart und lang. Wie oft war er unterwegs in den Bergen, und jetzt im Herbst, als die Nächte empfindlich kalt wurden, überlegte er einen Rosenstock wilder Rosen mit nach Hause zu nehmen. Es war ein Gefühl.

Viele Jahre später, die wilden Rosen haben Wurzeln in seinem Garten ausgebreitet, wuchsen die Rosen in voller Pracht und erfreuten ihn jeden Sommer.

Sie waren glücklich.

Aber sie gehörten nicht hierher. Es fehlte ihnen der stürmische Wind der Berge, die Weite.

Sie könnten nicht mehr in den Bergen leben, zu zart sind sie geworden. Und doch sehnte sich ihr Herz nach der Luft der Berge. Ihr Tanz im Wind auf dem Berg war voller Freiheit und Hingabe.

Sie fragten ihn: " Warum ist unser Herz so schwer?"

Er wusste es nicht. Er liebte sie. Also gab er ihnen noch mehr Licht und den besten Standort im Garten.

Ihre Sehnsucht blieb, wie auch ihre Melancholie.

Jeden Abend sangen sie die Lieder der wilden Winde der Berge. Sie wurden ruhig.

Ihr Herz blieb immer in den Bergen.

infinite vastness