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17.8. 2010, Berlin

long time I thought we were best friends and I and the capital - for a life together determined. Meanwhile, this promising relationship from a distance of advancing age, as one has debunked many incoming and outgoing characteristics of a pattern in which the interaction takes place between wealth and bankruptcy contrast especially in the length. The last monetary crest was because even deserve particularly satisfying, and is now just as satisfying in a self-earned defeat of Valley, which I precaution purchases, mainly books, zuschüttete so I read the inevitability of this valley or swimming under me and let me calm to toe, or better, can float on the water just below the top of the next mountain. At best, we pour it against periodic valleys always with money. I enjoyed it, as I said, served only for books, so this is now a bust time reading time.

The money and the way that it costs will be evident. It must. It has no other choice! The Animals of the West come when called, even if not always sure where is. The emergency changes the tone of the calls you, it will be in trouble then show inevitably emergency money and no other. Depending on how you call, there was a kind of money or any other. The goal is that Herbeizupfeifen money, dancing freely on our side, quite naively, without that one's lips and mouth to solidify eternal grimace. Express what you want is the first and perhaps the need skilled writers, while others turn worthless word must first be put into practice, not even the next.

It is reassuring, as the life of me doing random people to each other, disappear during the next one and created to give feed the hand. So I have modified as a decent earner and the drone capable writers and book lovers, I am now even a wheelbarrow full of donated books to to comfort me while I work on other means gifts for my future personalities.

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30/06/2010, 05/19/2010

What separates us from the madness, is designed much like the shell of the LM *, and if life passes by it, you realize how it curls. Our madness protective film is created from repetitions, a (ehrlicherweise!) stupid though aesthetic rapport: Pinstripe, fish hooks, houndstooth, paisley, polka dots, and so on. Life is an expensive tailor the dress for our internal unstable patients - and so the robe sits mostly like a glove. But precisely, it curls, the linen-cloth flapping in the wind, flailing his tie around his neck and shoulders, and sometimes one of the Fedora flies from the head, which is quite normal. We were quite born naked, at that time. Today one does his first breath in an evening dress or evening dress. You can say: Oh, my nerves costume? This is perhaps déformation professionelle of the last millennia! Is it not true that all those outside the institutions kinky mutants, actor and Salon cripple the worst kind? Is not the madness of the press sometimes like blood through our summer clothes, the only sensible response to the remarkable coincidence chains of world history? I feel the most honest, when I despair of the Grey, and I the fingertips of the universe feel on my back, only in moments of rapture when I allow myself to let go of thought, from that were written, analysts have been done to slaves, the damned humanized and slowly, ever on the disappearance; find myself in the delusion, in the tragedy, in the frenzy of joy and so on. It's not a question whether the artist has to be an alcoholic to be an artist you have to be alcoholics are artists, no, it's about whether would be madness for not a very useful state for the people. Therefore, I prefer me sometimes too easy.

* (That aircraft touched down with the man on the moon, was the weakest link in the chain of the Apollo missions. The shell of the spider-like landing vehicle - a membrane between the space and a comfortable interior - was little more than an extra-thick aluminum foil. A pocket knife she would cut through with ease)

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Rainbow

Today on Pentecost Sunday was the view from the window of your room this strange double rainbow, and now our thoughts were with you.

rainbow image of hope,
colorful, playful in the sky.
your magical colors
here on earth, everyone knows.

Beneath your sky Bow
shines in the sunlight,
our hearts are intertwined
full of love, ever.

When dark clouds of fate
stand horrible once before us,
awakens your shine in our hearts
hope for a reunion.

Raina Jeschke

At the end of the rainbow

I look up to heaven,
light rain weeps softly my face,
my thoughts are with Dir

through dark gray clouds
pave the first gentle rays of the sun
their way to Mother Earth.

A magical, colorful bow,
its colors stretched across the landscape,
the bridge to paradise.

Perhaps you paint the same feelings,
tenderly in your heart,
at the other end of the rainbow.

Gerhard Stadler


delicate poem like rainbow
is drawn only on dark background.
why pleases the poet genius
the element of melancholy.

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

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Berlin, Berlin

life in space;. Life in society. Cell division takes place. Family reasons, dismiss the shoot. Families split up and distributed; on the area, the land, the continents continue to grow and divide again and so on. Meanwhile, old cells die off. The areas where this takes place are not roads, not cars, not churches, not public places, but the accumulated area of family and individual bays, houses, apartments and cabins. Together they form a sort of tunnel, slip through the families and family lines and similar communities, while the Tunell every now and then separates into several directions. So you suddenly living alone with cats on Corsica. Who would have thought? And when you fall out well? In which pens you die?

anonymous as the events occur at the backbone of society! One does not expect a friendship with the neighbors. Man expected to know anything about the life of the people behind the windows opposite. And who knows what a few streets further happens? The familiar surroundings of his deceptive. It's just habit, repetition is meaningless pictures while and go out. The only thing I know for sure by the Company, as it is with me in the shelter, as it looks at my home, how to get there, as there feels like, and how it happened. Significant insights into the most important part of life the other are minimal. Who are all these people who are not I? What I see from them that makes me really?

And then takes his stuff and you slip a city, a content class, a porcelain dinner service and a marriage up, down, or wherever. Fill empty places or we demolish.

outside of it, the big wide world. Outside of which the gross domestic product. Outside of this, the judge's decision. Outside of this, the factories and slaughterhouses. Outside of this, the newspapers and what they write, these messengers of a thin atmosphere. And we are idiots they order us to go home to be a part of it around. We browse through this book while the heart is like a mighty spur of the chair, through the soil, the foundation reaches deep into the city and at the innermost their own soil clinging. We have so much to say. We are landlords, our beaches are global mountain ranges, together they account for almost all it is - but without that the items would ever gain a familiarity with this type of coexistence.