A whole new world.

A whole new world in one hundred years.
Most of these buildings are gone.
If Vampire's really don't exist, everyone in this picture is dead.
Everything is different, though oddly exactly the same.
Berlin. My sin. My soul.

 

RIP

“It always seems impossible until it’s done.” Nelson Mandela

wer nicht vom weg abkommt,bleibt auf der strecke.

"You are not harmonious, or the master of yourself. You are a bird in the storm.
Let it storm! Let it drive you! "

Ihm ist, als ob es tausend Stäbe gäbe und hinter tausend Stäben keine Welt.

Yesterday I went to the Zoo. I had this poem on my mind the whole time I was there and tried to think back
but couldn't remember ever going to the Zoo as a child which seemed strange to me. Later that day I talked
to my Mom and she told me that she took me to the Zoo once when I was about 7 and that we left it 30 min later, crying. 

 

The Zoo is a very sad place. I am never going back there. 

 

Der Panther

Sein Blick ist vom Vorübergehn der Stäbe
so müd geworden, daß er nichts mehr hält. 
Ihm ist, als ob es tausend Stäbe gäbe 
und hinter tausend Stäben keine Welt.


der sich im allerkleinsten Kreise dreht, 
ist wie ein Tanz von Kraft um eine Mitte, 
in der betäubt ein großer Wille steht.


sich lautlos auf -. Dann geht ein Bild hinein, 
geht durch der Glieder angespannte Stille - 
und hört im Herzen auf zu sein.


Rainer Maria Rilke

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The Panther

His vision, from the constantly passing bars,
has grown so weary that it cannot hold
anything else. It seems to him there are
a thousand bars; and behind the bars, no world.


As he paces in cramped circles, over and over,
the movement of his powerful soft strides
is like a ritual dance around a center
in which a mighty will stands paralyzed.


Only at times, the curtain of the pupils
lifts, quietly--. An image enters in,
rushes down through the tensed, arrested muscles,
plunges into the heart and is gone. 


Rainer Maria Rilke

love - the upgrade

I thought being unbelievably,recklessly, crazy confusingly, intensely ,nervewreckingly, intimidatingly and
undeniably in love with each other was all anyone could ask for. That was before I knew how it feels to be at the
same time in love with the...

Holy shit.

writing your name on a black line.

Do you remember when you would write your name ?

big, small, with a swing or sometimes just plain

over and over and over again

in deep concentration, letter by letter

starting over after a few - displeased - nah I can do better

carefully directing the pen and trying to bring

perfection into your personal swing

back then, it really didn't mean a thing

but it tasted like autonomy 

and felt somewhat like identity.

But then writing your name, at some point came

naturally, probably with full age

and with a thin black line on the bottom page.

The pen started to weigh heavy, the flow betrayed it's ideal

decisions had to be made and the ink sealed the deal.

Not the perfected swing of your wrist

or that confident twist on the second letter 

but the many small printed ones above it mattered

and you forgot all about your personal spin

and your nature hidden within.

signing shit became a means to an end

one of the many dutys of your hand. 

 

Well, for me and for that matter

I am starting from scratch 

feeling all 12 again - letter by letter. 

Cause I don't wanna ever forget the feel

of signing my first record deal. 

ich gruesse alle die ich kenne