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if he wants to leave him yes in peace yes without me there is peace yes was peace yes every day no if he thinks I'll leave him no I'll stay where I am yes glued to him yes tormenting him yes eternally yes
Samuel Beckett
зимой – животное
весной – растение
летом – насекомое
осенью – птица
всё остальное время я женщина
A beast in winter,
a plant in spring,
an insect in summer,
a bird in autumn.
The rest of the time I am a woman.
Vera Pavlova
[και ένας βράχος
θαυματουργός που έγινε γυναίκα σιωπηλή γυναίκα
μια απαρηγόρητη γυναίκα που έγινε βράχος
θαυματουργός βράχος]
Today noon I did some selfshots... the shooting itself was fun, just to sort out almost 500 pictures was hell LOL
We're too busy
We're just too busy
Always making predictions
Never make an exception
To the rules
Why do we fight
All through the night
Why do we fight at all
Let's just turn the whole damn thing upside down
Do you recognize
The one you knew before
The closing of the doors
Don't you remind me of someone
Don't you remind me
I knew you better
Don't you remind me
Much better than that
I never loved you blindly
I knew a man who was better
Much better than that
Once you've said it
You can't take it back
I knew you'd find that note someday
So I wrote down
All the things that I couldn't say
You and I
Up all night
Why do we fight at all
The closing of the doors
The calling of time
Don't you remind me of someone
Don't you remind me...
Roisin Murphy (love that song)
Ach Ci ludzie, to brudne świnie
Co napletli o mojej dziewczynie
Jakieś bzdury o jej nałogach
To po prostu litość i trwoga
Tak to bywa gdy ktoś zazdrości
Kiedy brak mu własnej miłości
Plotki płodzi, mnie nie zaszkodzi żadne obce zło
Na mój sposób widzieć ją
Na głowie kwietny ma wianek
W ręku zielony badylek
A przed nią bieży baranek
A nad nią lata motylek
Krzywdę robią mojej panience
Opluć chcą ją podli zboczeńcy
Utopić chcą ją w morzu zawiści
Paranoicy, podli sadyści
Utaplani w brudnej rozpuście
A na gębach fałszywy uśmiech
Byle zagnać do swego bagna, ale wara wam
Ja ją przecież lepiej znam
Na głowie kwietny ma wianek
W ręku zielony badylek
A przed nią bieży baranek
A nad nią lata motylek
Znów widzieli ją z jakimś chłopem
Znów wyjechała do St. Tropez
Znów męczyła się, Boże drogi
Znów na jachtach myła podłogi
Tylko czemu ręce ma białe
Chciałem zapytać, zapomniałem
Ciało kłoniąc skinęła dłonią wsparła skroń o skroń
Znów zapadłem w nią jak w toń
Na głowie kwietny ma wianek
W ręku zielony badylek
A przed nią bieży baranek
A nad nią lata motylek
Ech, dziewczyna pięknie się stara
Kosi pieniądz, ma jaguara
Trudno pracę z miłością zgodzić
Rzadziej może do mnie przychodzić
Tylko pyta kryjąc rumieniec
Czemu patrzę jak potępieniec
Czemu zgrzytam, kiedy się pyta czy ma ładny biust
Czemu toczę pianę z ust
Na głowie kwietny ma wianek
W ręku zielony badylek
A przed nią bieży baranek
A nad nią lata motylek
Kazik...
First try of a selfshot outside ;) wasnt sure about the editing, its ok i think...
please view on black, just press "L" ;)
-Minolta 50mm 1,7
-f/2
-1/25s
-ISO-100
All my women things
All my frilly things
Scattered 'round your room
Right where I left them
When I left them
Scattered 'round your room
All my hardness
All my softness
And my mercy
All my bridges and bras
My cotton and gauze
All my buckles and straps
Releases and traps
All my screws
And false nails
Oriental winks
And Egyptian veils
Oh, all of these things
You gathered them
And you made a dolly
You made a dolly
A spread-eagle dolly
Out of my frilly things
Why couldn't you have loved me
This tenderly
When I was there
In the flesh
So tenderly
How could you ignore
My left breast
My right breast
How could you ignore
My hardness
My softness
And my mercy
Well, it's been seven years
And the thought of my name
Still makes you weak in the knees
Unbounded delight in me for having been to Antarctica....
Taken inside our ship, Roald Amundsen, on trip to Antarctica
Joseph is standing behind my back
Joseph is digging his hands in my chest
Joseph is drinking the light in my lung
Joseph is moving his tongue in my neck
Joseph is riding a vein in my head
Joseph is cutting my arm on his bed
Joseph is making my body fly
JOSEPH IS MAKING MY BODY FLY!
[Joseph is me and you are a liar!]
Swans <333
The Gobal Seed Vault in Longyearbyen safeguards duplicates of 1,214,827 seed samples from almost every country in the world to backup genebank collections for securing the foundation of our future food supply.
Taken in Svalbard, Norway
The empty streets
The songs of twilight
The clouds at rest
The church bells chiming
A scarecrow shudders
And some birds tremble
I looked at you and saw it's time
The faded flowers
The faded pictures
Of faded lives
Your body waiting
And unfulfilled
With no regrets
And empty heart
And head in hands
I heard them say today it's time
The sunset heavy
On mother mountain
The cattle lowing
The cattle dreaming
The endless rain
In haunted airs
Your loss of hope
We were shown
We were shown it's only time
The smell of rain
The twilight leaning
Against your lips
Waterwheels turning
The forests brooding
You took my hand
And pointed full of pain
That fishes dying
You see the sign that this was time
I waited years for you
Or so it seemed
And stumbled through your world
Praying for just one kiss
To stop my fall from grace
And shelter in your palm
You gave me everything
Both lock and key
The oil clouds see it's only time
If I could have one wish
As in the fairy tales
I would unmake my past
And rise like Lazarus
And stand in sunlight
And banish all the dark
That locked my face away
And say to you again
Oh that
That was only time
So willow weep not for me
And oak bend not for me
Though others died for us
And in our place
Though in the secret heart
Raw wound, raw source of all
I heard the news today
Whispered in the dark
At last
At last we know it's time
I knew at last it's only time
I'll come in glory
End of story [νοτ]
bis dann effi
daddy of (3+3) and granfather of (8) !
kids:
Sven/ Lars/ Ines/ Philip/ Sara und Lena
-dem Alter nach geordnet! - oldest first
1. selfshot, 2. Reverse Outlook, 3. Panchromatische Adaption, 4. German flag over the Neckar
The Original was created with fd's Flickr Toys.
--(6) KIDS
Philip
Sara
Lena
Sven
Lars
Ines
-- (3) Kids of Kids
Svens family:
the twins: 4. June 2003
Josephin Eve Denis Preßler
and Felicitas Carina Madita Preßler ( in the line of Elvis Presley ! )
Noél Dosch 23. August 2005
Leni Maria 1.12.2008 10:05:17 51 cm 3470 g from Lars and Sabine
Uroma Gerlinde Heinze - Odessa, USSR /Schwarzmeerdeutsche
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