Archive | January, 2011

memory lane

25 Jan

I wouldn’t call it nostalgia because mother always told me things might change..

i’m just making a trip down memory lane and enjoying the view.

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into the trees

20 Jan

Suddenly I stop
but i know it’s too late
I’m lost in a forest
all alone


unseasonable supercharge

16 Jan

what more can i say ,

it was a beautiful day.

knock, knock,knock open the door!

spring is popping in!

little trip to heaven…

13 Jan

“….Dies ist der Herbst:
der bricht dir noch das Herz.
Fliege fort! Fliege fort!….”

Friends Within The Darkness

11 Jan
I can remember starving in a
small room in a strange city
shades pulled down, listening to
classical music
I was young I was so young it hurt like a knife
inside
because there was no alternative except to hide as long
as possible–
not in self-pity but with dismay at my limited chance:
trying to connect.  

the old composers — Mozart, Bach, Beethoven,
Brahms were the only ones who spoke to me and
they were dead.

finally, starved and beaten, I had to go into
the streets to be interviewed for low-paying and
monotonous
jobs
by strange men behind desks
men without eyes men without faces
who would take away my hours
break them
piss on them.

now I work for the editors the readers the
critics

but still hang around and drink with
Mozart, Bach, Brahms and the
Bee
some buddies
some men
sometimes all we need to be able to continue alone
are the dead
rattling the walls
that close us in.

by Charles Bukowski

a train ride of moods

9 Jan
So many secrets are hidden under a swallowing snow layer.
the world sleeps for a while and remains unaffected.

a passion for procrastination.

7 Jan

-sometimes your whole life happens to change in the time slot of one film developing.-

breath in the fresh air and feel the weak shafts of sunlight on the eyelids.

i promise it’ll cheer you up.


-shot with a rollei black and white disposable camera-