The cure for anything is salt water – tears, sweat, or the sea.
– Isak Dinesen, Seven Gothic Tales
Category: Gedanken
Der Zeit ihre Kunst …
Der Zeit ihre Kunst,
der Kunst ihre Freiheit.
– Jugendstil, Österreich
Spiele
Spielst du mit mir,
oder gegen mich?
– Spieltrieb
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