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 […]
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
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
My life has been through a typhoon I’ll never be the one I’ve known And though I know I can’t have you I recognize I can’t let go You cast amazement onto my soul Some puzzled knowing walks in my heart So filled with feeling I can’t contain Bursting with all that can’t be said
What am I actually doing here? I, Anne Stein, in the middle of my life, a pretty normal life, and now I am standing here, on a much too early morning that holds the airport tightly hugged in its icy dawn. This airport, Berlin Tegel, seeing its last winter just like this life meets its
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Crossing shadowy waters All wrapped in night So lightly on the sails of silence So misty on the wings of time Just a mere presence Hovering in the haze Am I allowed to touch, to hold Am I the one who will get hurt Insomnia is
My shattered self So unconscious for words Skates on the thrill Slides on the ache On my island of hope Looks fear in the heart Holds yearning that close Blindfolds the mind Strips to the bone Trades soul for a sin And the power within Overwrites right and wrong Ices longing with a tune Makes
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
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
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
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