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berlin walks

life is the balance 

of losing and finding.

s/w

things happen all the time, things happen every minute 

that have nothing to do with us. 

- Richard Siken, the god of good poems.

losing yourself is so much easier than finding it.

everybody tells you that it's wonderful to be yourself 

but they never tell you 

how cruel it can be to find yourself.

Nachts in Berlin

zwischen verwelken und erblühen

zwischen aufstehen und einsacken 

altes vergessen mit neuem 

um in der Nacht darauf wieder an altes zu denken

You just need to live.

Manche leben wie in der Warteschleife.

Lichter falten sich zusammen 

wie die Flügel des Adlers in mir

berlin on cloudy days

I don't like to stay in a place for a long time. It gets boring and I'm feeling sad. 

But Berlin has the talent, to lead me at the right time to the right places. 

Getting lost in my home town on a moody day is just the best thing, 

Especially on cloudy days, where my inner soul is represented in what I see in front of me. 

two pics I just like a lot

thoughts on a sleepless summer night

And all these summer days are starting to fade away 

like the cigarette smoke on these starry summer nights 

We all thought we can sit on the balcony 

and talk about first, last and past times forever. 

But our laughter will go unheard a few meters down the street 

All the tears we cried into our friends shoulders are going to dry 

and other shoulders are getting wet. 

Moving forward can be so adventurous, meeting new people

doing new things, seeing new places 

but moving forward in this black hole named future 

means leaving things behind you. 

To leave the picture of you laying half naked in the unmade sheets 

in the past would break my heart. 

After all, the only thing I can do is wandering around sleepless at 2am 

hoping that people can hear our laughter even if they are 1000m away 

that my friends will stay by my side till the bitter end 

that all these memories never begin to fade

that I will wake up one year from now and see that smile on your face 

Finally I just hope that hoping is enough. 

welcome back my old friend

“I sleep. I dream. I make up things that I would never say. I say them very quietly.” 
― Richard Siken

Malle

Each of us makes his own weather, determines the color of the skies in the emotional universe which he inhabits. -Fulton Sheen

my sky is as blue as your eyes on a summer day.

b/w Mallorca

Dich lachen zu sehen 

ist wie der sanfte Mondschimmer 

auf den wogenden Wellen.

can you feel it?

some things sound better unsaid.