Spielst du mit mir,
oder gegen mich?
– Spieltrieb
Category: Gedanken
Art never comes from happiness
Art never comes from happiness.
– unknown
They say …
They say;
in life you got to be with the one you love
and leave the one you don’t
– unknown
You can close your eyes …
You can close your eyes to the things you don’t want to see,
but you can’t close your heart to the things you don’t want to feel.
– Johnny Depp
Das Traurige am Alt sein …
Das Traurige am Alt sein,
ist nicht das es keine Frauen gibt,
mit denen man Sex haben könnte.
Sondern,
dass es keine Frauen gibt,
mit denen man Sex haben möchte.
#wanttofeelagain
Wieso bin ich …
Wieso bin ich immer um zehn Jahre zu spät, der der ich sein will?
Ich habe schon zu oft gegen die Zeit verloren.
– sanados
London
The weaping city.
So much energy.
So much life.
So much in a rush.
A city that never sleeps.
The city that cries.
Please Help!
And that I did.
I softly bent over her and caressed her.
Held her in my arms.
Then I kissed her on her forehead.
And I cried for her.
I shed all those tears she could not share with this world anymore.
“Please help!”
Were her last words.
– sanados
Times
past
the excuse
the reason
the failures
future
the hopes
the expectations
the dreams
now
the resignation
– sanados
The melody
The silent flow.
Those subtle movements of my fingers.
Almost in a rhythm.
This is when I am writing.
My fingers rush over the keyword.
Forming letters into words.
Arranging words to sentences.
Harmony in itself.
I can nearly hear the melody in my head.
Played by my fingers, whilst floating over the letters.
When I then close my eyes.
This melody goes on.
As my fingers don’t stop moving.
Faster, more energetic.
Freezing in a moment of silent thought.
Unrecognisable when the melody started.
But never to stop again.
– sanados
Throughout my lifetime…
Throughout my lifetime I’ve left pieces of my heart here and there.
And now, there’s almost barely enough to stay alive.
But I force a smile,
knowing that my ambition far exceeded my talent.
Das Ende
Nun ist der Wortschwall zu Ende,
die Vorhänge fallen.
Es war nur Theater,
hat nicht zu gefallen.
Meine Hoffnung war es allein,
in mir gefangen scheint sie zu sein.
Kann nicht davon lassen,
kann sie nicht hassen.
– sanados