The Consistence of my Blood

1500 kilometers without a plan. Just a general direction. Going West and South. Driving 1500 kilometers to meet someone? I didn’t think about it along the way. I had given up thinking months ago. This was my vacation. One I badly needed but also one I had no clue about. I didn’t know how long

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The Writer

That strange mood that a lonely evening at the lake can put me in when the sun choose to set in yet another spectacular way and a warm quiet wind stirred gently. The evening, one of the last of a summer that was too short, one that already hints of autumn. That mood that comes

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The One

How to survive when that fragile soul, so frayed at the edges, and the tormented heart come undone? Fall to fragmented pieces you will never be able to put together again? When it is like jumping, head first, into an ocean of shards, slicing, cutting your skin? When you are nothing but raw flesh and

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The DNA of Friendship

What exactly is friendship? How do you realize if someone is a real friend or just an acquaintance? And what about our so-called friends in the virtual world? Friendship has to be cared for. Often, friendship is complicated and means work. Even for couples it is tough to survive crisis, but friends don’t even have

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              That fragile balance So disturbed by a whisper Not meant to be heard   That glimmering echo So closely held by the drum In the soul’s hidden room   That heavy truth So discoloured by blades Walking the corners of the mind   All that and the thrill

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Porcelain Seconds

The breath of the moment Melts into life Like diamonds Swimming on top of liquid gold Words left unspoken Define what is told Between sheets of comprehension And letting go Frayed to the bone The burning is slow The fall Just a ruffle of feathers And in the pale shoes of memory Fragmented truths Reflect

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Good-Bye Amy Winehouse

Amy Winehouse ist tot. Im Leben belächelt und bedauert, mit Kopfschütteln oftmals bedacht, wird sie im Tod zur Soul Queen, zur größten Sängerin unserer Zeit stilisiert. Was aber sagt uns ihr tragischer Tod wirklich? Auf Twitter verbreitete sich die traurige Nachricht in Windeseile. Kelly Osbourne war einer der ersten Freundinnen von Amy Winehouse, die ihren

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Continental Drift

I am an island. Sort of out at sea, but that sounds like a fishing vessel without engine, the sails torn, and no captain aboard. Somewhere far out on the ocean. But this is not me. I’m not adrift – am grounded. Am not a lonely island, on which one can ignite fire for fire

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