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thats what I wanna be. 

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Maybe you love too hard.

Maybe I love too free.

Lose me. 

Find me. 

du musst männer lieben als wärst du immer nur fan geblieben

Der Track hat es, wie so viele andere, nicht auf mein Album geschafft. Aber lesen könnt ihr ihn trotzdem....aus
aktuellem Anlass hatte ich ihn heute irgendwie im Kopf.  Ich schätze es nicht leicht ein Mann zu sein, oder
einer zu werden. Sieht anstrengend aus. Aber ihr packt das, ich feiere euch.

Happy Männertag.

 

Schlaf lied für erwachsene Männer

So viele Stunden wach

mit den Jungs durchgemacht

du musst erschöpft sein

So hoch erhoben gehen 

tun deine Füße nicht weh, mein Schatz?

Komm mir zu nah

ich mach dich zahm 

ich mach dich warm

ich mach dich stark

Ich glaub' es ist nicht leicht ein Mann zu sein

So viele Kämpfe um Macht

ist dein Kopf nicht schwer heut Nacht?

Du kannst ihn anlehnen

So eine dicke Haut

dein Herz muss zerbrechlich sein, mein Schatz

Komm mir zu nah

ich mach dich zahm 

ich mach dich warm

ich mach dich stark

Ich glaub' es ist nicht leicht ein Mann zu sein

Ich glaub es ist nicht leicht.

 

Hier sind ein paar besonders liebenswerte Exemplare zu sehen.  #lastnightsparty

RIP

One of my first posts on this blog, a couple years ago , was one of Maya Angelou's
poems and I am slowly starting to realize that I am entering an age where my childhood and
teenage heroes are dying. This time it's different, because I have to say RIP to a woman who has
been not a hero but a muse and inspiration for me while I was (or still am?) trying to become
the woman I am, while I was trying to fill out all the things that I am, while I was trying to find a
balance between the inside and the outside, between the obvious and the hidden. So many
times her words and her perspective made me rearrange mine, made me
strive to be better, stronger, brighter. As a woman. As a person.
It is  oddly fascinating how a couple words, written by the
hand of a total stranger can make your whole universe bloom. How the struggle of others can help you with your
own, how somedoy elses context can become yours regardeless of where or when you were born.

Thank you Maya Angelou, without your voice, I probably never would have found mine.

 

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you? 
Why are you beset with gloom? 
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken? 
Bowed head and lowered eyes? 
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you? 
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you? 
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs? 

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise. 

 


FINDEND.

500 MAL DAS SELBE LIED HÖREN 

NACKT UND VERLOREN

ROTE LIPPEN UND ROTER WEIN

FRAGIL UND FREI.

JETZT.

DIE DINGE BEGINNEN LASSEN 

NICHT SUCHEND

FINDEND.

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performing with a legend. ✔

It's crazy enough to meet a legend like Tony Allen, but having the inventor of Afrobeat playing your songs
is a whole nother level. Now mix that with being part of a project that includes artists you have been looking
up to and got inspired by all your life and you get an idea of what's been going on in my heart and mind last
weekend.
 

Afrobeat meets new school. AFROSTEP. I can't thank my boy Patrice enough for making this amazing concert
happen and for letting my music and me be a part of it, you are my hero man. Two days of inspiration, love,
light and family vibes. I am on a musical high and I am not planning to coming down.

 

ich gruesse alle die ich kenne