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Tuesday, 19 June 2007


And there is this song I’m always listening to on the Italian radio, and I love it, don’t know why. And every time I imagine how it will be to dance to it tomorrow at the Old Fashion. On the outside dance floor, of course, under palms. It will be sticky-warm, everybody will wear light clothes and I will see familiar faces. As if time has not moved on and we would be back in 2000/01 or 2004/05. This song just belongs there and I will dance and I will be free.

Relax, take it easy
For there is nothing that we can do.
Relax, take it easy
Blame it on me or blame it on you.

It’s as if I’m scared.
It’s as if I’m terrified.
It’s as if I'm scared.
It’s as if I’m playing with fire.
It’s as if I’m terrified.
Are you scared?
Are we playing with fire?

(Love) There is an answer
to the darkest times
It’s clear we don’t understand it,
but the last thing on my mind
Is to leave you
I believe that we’re in this together.
Don’t scream,
there are so many roads left.

And afterwards they are going to play Italian music. „Su di noi“ and „Maracaibo“ definitely. And the last half hour Spanish. It just has to be like that.

Tuesday, 14 November 2006


I love the language, that soft bastard latin,
Which melts like kisses from a female mouth,
And sounds as if it should be writ in satin,
With syllables which breathe of the sweet South,
And gentle liquids gliding all so pat in,
That not a single accent seems uncouth,
Like our harsh northern whistling, grunting guttural,
Which we’re obliges to hiss, and spit, and sputter all.

Byron 1818 in “Beppo”

Monday, 9 October 2006


- I did love him, I loved him, I want to help him. I want him.
- O kid, that's bad, you're in trouble if you love a guy. He can do anything to you and he will.

Meridel Le Sueur: The Girl

Saturday, 9 September 2006

*zitiert* bleed just to know you're alive...

(schrieb mir gestern pringle)

Friday, 7 April 2006


07.04.1981: 28 degrees and sun
07.04.2003: -3 degrees and snow
07.04.2006: 9 degrees and rain

forecast for next year?

Tuesday, 28 March 2006


There's a race of men that don't fit in,
A race that can't stay still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin;
And they roam the world at will.
They range the field and they rove the flood,
And they climb the mountain's crest;
Theirs is the curse of the gipsy blood,
And they don't know how to rest.
If they just went straight they might go far;
They re strong and brave and true;
But they're always tired of the things that are,
And they want the strange and new.

aus "In Cold Blood" by Truman Capote

Tuesday, 14 March 2006

*Why do women cry?*

A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?"

"Because I'm a woman," she told him.

"I don't understand," he said.

His Mom just hugged him and said, "And you never will."

Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?"

"All women cry for no reason," was all his dad could say.

The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.
Finally he asked God. He said, "God, why do women cry so easily?"

God said: " When I made the woman she had to be special. I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort. I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children. I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining. I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly. I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart. I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly. And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed."

"You see my son," said God, "the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides."

Wednesday, 8 March 2006

*Did you know that...* London there are spoken more than 300 languages?
...Karl Marx was buried in London?
...the University of London is the biggest European university? is healthier to smoke 5 cigarettes daily than going an hour by tube?
...the London tube is the oldest metro of the world? The first part was inaugurated in 1863. Besides, it is the longest subway in the world (415 kilometres).
...I’ve been for the first time in my life to a gay club there?

Friday, 3 March 2006

*on the road*

03.03. - 08.03. England

Thursday, 2 March 2006

*Did you know that...*

...Puerta del Sol is the exact centre both of Madrid and of Spain?
...Madrid is supposed to have the best Japanese food outside of Japan?
...Madrid’s metro system belongs to biggest in the world? is likely possible to find oneself in a traffic jam at 4 o’clock in the morning? Madrid there is sold and bought as much seafood as in the cities which are located on the ocean? the quarter around Plaza Santa Ana there are more bars than in Norway?
...on the bells there are no surnames but the number of the floor?
...I've eaten the best chocolate cake ever there?

...driving on a snowy highway without chains is not as much fun as it seems to be?


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