Dienstag, 2. August 2011
Mittwoch, 29. Juni 2011
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:
Dienstag, 31. Mai 2011
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.
Freitag, 27. Mai 2011
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.
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