17.9.11

I'm miles from where you are, I lay down on the cold ground
I, I pray that something picks me up And sets me down in your warm arms

3.9.11

2.9.11

Heidi, Heidi, Deine Welt sind die Berge, Heidi, Heidi, denn hier oben bist Du zu Haus..


"Work It Make It Do It Makes Us Harder Better Faster Stronger More Than Hour Our Never Ever After Work is Over" D.P.

1.9.11

"I sang a song for the glory of the beauty of you
waiting for me
in your dress of blue
Thank you, girl.." N.C.

23.8.11


My mother used to read coffee grounds.
In the summertime, more than ever, I feel her memory alive.
"Weather will remain the same
If it's painted on your eyelids, high when you decide
Your weather will remain" Djr
"That which is done out of love always takes place beyond good and evil." F.N.

13.9.10

"You haven't looked at me that way in years" T.W.

21.6.10


Voice A: "Not a cheerful place here."
Voice B: "Happiness is never cheerful."
Éloge de l'amour JLG

25.5.10

"I am living at the Villa Borghese. There is not a crumb of dirt anywhere, nor a chair misplaced. We are all alone here and we are dead.
Last night Boris discovered that he was lousy. I had to shave his armpits and even then the itching did not stop. How can one get lousy in a beautiful place like this? But no matter. We might never have known each other so intimately, Boris and I , had it not been for the lice.
Boris has just given me a summary of his views. He is a weather prophet. The weather will continue bad, he says. There will be more calamities, more death, more despair. Not the slightest indication of a change anywhere. The cancer of time is eating us away. Our heroes have killed themselves, or are killing themselves. The hero, then, is not Time, but Timelessness. We must get in step, a lock step, toward the prison of death. There is no escape.
The weather will not change." HVM

17.5.10


"I still owe money to the money to the money I owe
I never thought about love when I thought about home"
The N

16.5.10




"Oh mysteries of love
where war is no more
I'll be there anytime"
BG

14.5.10



"Say goodbye to the railroad, 
the mad dogs of summer 
and everything that I know" TW

21.4.08



"He said: Dolores,
I live in fear
My love for you is so overpowering, I' m afraid that I will
disappear" PS

1.4.08




"Developed bourgeois ideology is rationalistic and directed against mythology. The radical bourgeoisie tried to make do without religion and build a state based on reason rather than tradition. An expression of this was democracy with its principles of liberty, equality and fraternity. The capitalist economy, however, created a monstrous contradiction between everyday reality and democratic principles. A higher grade form of lying is required to fill up this contradiction. Nowhere do people lie more politically than in bourgeois democracies. And this is no longer the objective "lying" of mythology, but the consciously organized deception of the people, using combined methods of extraordinary complexity. The technology of the lie is cultivated no less than the technology of electricity." LeonTrotsky

3.3.08

"..but once you see the symmetry
once you see the you in me.." BM

18.2.08


"Shot a rabbit from the back seat window
sat and watched the summer corn grow
ate ice cream in a desert dream
and got lost in father's singing
too hot inside
too hot outside" CcRs 

17.2.08


"When the rain hit the roof with the sound of a finished kiss
like a lip lifted from a lip,
I took the wrong road round"
The GB


16.2.08