trust

Time is gonna take my mind
And carry it far away where I can fly
The depth of life will dim my temptation to live for you
If I were to be alone silence would rock my tears
'cause it's all about love and I know better
How life is a waving feather

So I put my arms around you around you
And I know that I'll be leaving soon

My eyes are on you they're on you
And you see that I can't stop shaking
No, I won't step back but I'll look down to hide from your eyes
'cause what I feel is so sweet and I'm scared that even my own breath
Oh could burst it if it were a bubble
And I'd better dream if I have to struggle

So I put my arms around you around you
And I hope that I will do not wrong
My eyes are on you they're on you
And I hope that you won't hurt me

I'm dancing in the room as if I was in the woods with you
No need for anything but music
Music's the reason why I know time still exists
Time still exists
Time still exists
Time still exists

So I put my arms around you around you
And I hope that I will do no wrong
My eyes are on you they're on you
And I hope that you won't hurt me
So I put my arms around you around you
And I hope that I will do no wrong
My eyes are on you they're on you
And I hope that you won't hurt me

sunrise

I waited a long time
for something that does not exist
instead of looking at the sun rise.

This has always been a way
to stop the time
and the speed,
the quick steps of people,
the lack of attention,
the words spoken
without humility,
without sentiment,
just to make noise.

I waited a long time
for something that does not exist
instead of looking
at the sun rising.

And miraculously
I did not stop dreaming.
And miraculously
I can not avoid to hope.
And if there's a secret
is doing everything
as if you only see the sun.

One secret is to do everything
As if
Do everything
As if you
Only see the sun
Only see the sun
Only see the sun

And not
Something that does not exist

too many directions

so many things.

trying to put some order. the guy you take walks with. the guy of the apple stuff. the girlfriend you hurt. the friend who has discovered himself again during a trip in India. The girlfriend who doesn't know if she will ever be able to love him the way she loved the other. The girlfriend who is always single and cannot be happy if you meet someone. The friend who is going to spend some more time here in this city, and you are happy about that. the ex-boyfriend who disappeared. the friend who calls from time to time.

the sun is shining outside. but maybe I should take some moments for me today. spring cleaning, they call it.

kissingEr

Kiss me out of the bearded barley
Nightly, beside the green, green grass
Swing, swing, swing the spinning step
You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress.

Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
Silver moon's sparkling
So kiss me.

will the world end in 2012?

We're leaving together
But still it's farewell
And maybe we'll come back
To earth, who can tell?
I guess there is no one to blame
We're leaving ground
Will things ever be the same again?

It's the final countdown
The final countdown

...mixing with the memories of childhood camp, where  I won the dancing prize together with my friend Marilena dancing exactly this song :)

transparence

from Reference.com: open; frank; candid

thanks, my friend, for having defined me like this. I don't know if it's good or bad, but that's simply me. magnolia.

unhappiness comes knocking on our door

I read in a reportage on the earthquake in Italy that the survivors, desperate and powerless, were wondering why fate had chosen them and their land as a place for the terrible disaster. It 's a question that will never receive an answer, but that we cannot avoid to ask when unhappiness comes knocking on our door, as if somewhere in the universe there were an entity responsible of the bad things that occur. Very often we have only the time to see death in front of us, or maybe not even this, when a bomb explodes ten steps from us, when a vessel is reduced into pieces shortly before reaching the coast, when a flood carries away houses and bridges as if they were insignificant barriers, when an avalanche or a landslide bury entire populations. We wonder why to us, why to me, and there is no answer. Even Jacques Brel had asked: "Porquoi moi? Porquoi maintenant?". And he died. That's fate, and in destiny the word resurrection is not written. It 's good to know. In reality, the world does not exist in order to then have resurrections. It's enough what there is here.

José Saramago

Towards the world's cradle

A friend just spent 4 weeks in India. And now he wants to look for a job in a third world country.

We met in a beer garden last week, enjoyed the good weather and had some interesting conversation. He told me about India, about people there, about the totally different way of life.

He told me that at first sight India looks completely disorganized, but it is actually the largest democracy in the world, so you just need some time to understand that everything has its logic there. Indians are like ants: if you observe them they seem to wander without a goal, but a larger plan guides their actions.

He also told me of how Indians accept life smiling. They are not happier, they just get less pissed off from what happens. he met a woman who had been beaten from her husband the day before and she was talking about that with a smile on her face. At that point he told something which I found very interesting. 

In western countries we are trying to eliminate the 'evil' part of human kind, by punishing who commits violence. That has of course a reason why. But in India for example they accept that. That is just part of being human. We are all in all animals. It's a medal with two faces and this aspect will probably never completely disappear. And maybe we should learn something from this country.

'What kind of world is this that can send machines to Mars and does nothing to stop the killing of a human being?', Jose Saramago

Reality orientation

Over time individuals with Alzheimer's disease may withdraw from contact with others and the environment as they become increasingly disoriented. This withdrawal results in a lack of sensory stimulation. To prevent understimulation, a therapy called reality orientation was developed. It is based on the belief that continually and repeatedly telling or showing certain reminders to people with mild to moderate memory loss will result in an increase in interaction with others and improved orientation. This in turn can improve self-esteem and reduce problem behaviors.

Reality orientation can be taught to caregivers and family members by a psychotherapist or other health care provider trained in these techniques. It can be performed in the home and should be structured around the area in which the person with Alzheimer's spends most of his or her time. Access to a window is recommended to facilitate orientation to the time of day and the weather.

In reality orientation, people with Alzheimer's are surrounded by familiar objects that can be used to stimulate their memory. Other materials, such as a family scrapbooks, flash cards, Scrabble games, a globe, large-piece jigsaw puzzles, and illustrated, large-print dictionaries, are also helpful.

Another tool, the reality-orientation board, is any board with a surface on which information can be changed easily, such as a blackboard, a pegboard, or an erasable memo board. Both the caregiver and the person with Alzheimer's fill in information such as current day of the week, date, and year, and the weather.

Reality orientation can also be used for persons who are severely confused. For these individuals, however, work focuses on less complicated information, such as their own name and address, the name of their caregiver, colors, and identification of everyday objects.

Reality orientation is around-the-clock therapy; the caregiver and anyone should be encouraged to apply the techniques. General guidelines include the following:

* Treat people with memory impairment with respect. Do not talk down to them or treat them like children.

* Every conversation you have with the person should include mention of the time, day of the week, and names of familiar people and objects. *

People with Alzheimer's should be encouraged to perform activities of daily living--that is, getting dressed, eating, taking care of personal hygiene---and should be complimented on all such attempts.

the eyes of love

I was walking in the night - I cannot sleep anymore - when I met a boy who was alone just like me. 

He had the face of a child, he had it all and do you know why? He had the eyes of love - green - like two love drops - big. I fell in love with him, he with me. 

We walked along the streets like two lost swallows. We experienced one thousand years in a two-hour time. When the morning came and woke us up, I kissed him without a word.

Apfel stuff

Hey, little apple blossom, 
what seems to be the problem? 
All the ones you tell your troubles to, 
they don't really care for you. 

Come and tell me what you're thinking 
'cause just when the boat is sinking 
a little light is blinking 
and I will come and rescue you. 

Lots of girls walk around in tears 
but that's not for you, 
you've been looking all around for years 
for someone to tell your troubles to. 

Come and sit with me and talk awhile, 
let me see your pretty little smile, 
put your troubles in a little pile 
and I will sort them out for you. 
I'll fall in love with you. 
I think i'll marry you.

gorgeousness

Life loves to make fun of us. Desert and storms around us, alternatively.

I took this decision last week. That I had enough of depression. Than in one way or another I was going to do it. And this blued eyes angel took me in his arms, made me feel gorgeous and offered fields of gold. But these fields have of course a deadline, October.

So, what to do? Jump or keep the position?

flowers

We live in a free world 
I whistle down the wind 
carry on smiling 
and the world will smile with you 
Life is a flower 
so precious in your hand 
carry on smiling 
and the world will smile with you

When every race is run and the day is closing in 
I don´t care about the world I´m living for the light 
dont´t cry for me today, oh

...

I cannot be your judge Mr. Jailer is your host 
He´s keeping you inside and hides you from the world 
No catcher in the rye can help you from yourself

...

Please Mr. Agony release them for a while 
learn then the consequence of living without life

MIA

Ich dreh den Kopf und bin noch müde,
ich hatte eine kurze Nacht,
lass meine Augen zu und frag mich
was hat mich um den Schlaf gebracht.

Ich fühl dich bei mir und geniesse
deine Hand in meiner Hand,
was ich jetzt weiß und noch nicht wußte,
bin nicht mehr fremd in meinem Land.

Ein schluck vom schwarzen Kaffee macht mich wach,
dein roter mund berührt mich sacht
in diesem Augenblick es klickt
geht die gelbe Sonne auf.

Es ist was es ist sagt die Liebe,
was es ist fragt der Verstand,
wohin es geht, das woll'n wir wissen
hmhmhmhmhmhmhmhmhmmmmm...

Es ist was es ist sagt die Liebe,
was es ist fragt der Verstand,
ich freu mich auf mein Leben,
mache frische Spuren in den weißen Strand.

Luise schreibt mir aus Amerika,
man schätze dort ihre direkte Art,
und auf Ibiza tanzt Mathias im Pacha,
das ist unsere Gegenwart.

Ich fühle wie sich alles wandelt
und wie ich selber ändern kann,
was mich beengt in meinem Leben
denn mit ändern fängt Geschichte an.

Fragt man mich jetzt woher ich komme,
tu ich mir nicht mehr selber Leid,
ich riskier was für die Liebe
ich fühle mich bereit.

Und die schwarze Nacht hüllte uns ein,
mein roter Mund will bei dir sein,
in diesem Augenblick es klickt
leuchtet uns ein heller Tag.
____________________________________

I turn the head and I'm still tired
I had a short night,
I let my eyes closed and wander
what caused me to sleep.

I feel you by me and enjoy
your hand into my hand,
what I know now and still didn't know,
I'm no longer a stranger in my country.

A sip of black coffee makes me awake
your red lips touch me gently,
in this moment it clicks,
the yellow sun comes up.

'It is what it is', the love says,
'What is it?', the intellect asks,
in which direction it goes, this is what we want to know,
hmhmhmhmhmhmhmhmhmmmmm ...

'It is what it is', the love says,
'What is it?', the intellect asks,
I enjoy my life
leaving fresh tracks on the white sand.

Louise writes me from America,
there they appreciate her direct manners,
and Mathias dances in Ibiza's Pacha,
this is our present.

I feel like everything is changing
and how I myself can change
what limits me in my life,
because history begins always with changes.

If someone asks me now where I come from,
I do no longer commiserate myself,
I risk something for the love,
I feel ready.

And the black night wrapped us,
my red lips want to be with you,
in this moment it clicks
a brighter day lits us.

Lascio tracce fresche sulla sabbia bianca.

free

Get rid of stress and suffering,

free your soul from all the limits

that constrain you and the people around you,

let the energy flow in your veins.

Probably relaxing would help, 

I'm sure about that,

free your soul, your body and your mind too,

try to see the world with opener eyes,

try to do something that entertains you.

step by step

I often forget this basic rule. All or nothing is usually my motto. And since perfection is not possible, then I go for destruction. 

So now I try to slow down. Now this, later that, tomorrow another step.

So after all said and done
I know I'm not the only one
Life indeed can be fun, 
If you really want to.
Sometimes living out your dreams,
Ain't as easy as it seems
You wanna fly around the world,
In a beautiful balloon.

to u

To you, the only one in the world, 
the only reason to get till the end 
of my every breath. 
When I look at you 
after a day full of words 
everything gets clear,

without you telling me any word. 

To you, who found me
in the corner with my fists closed, 
with my back against the wall, 
ready to defend myself. 
With my eyes staring at the floor 
I was in a row 
together with the disappointed. 
You raised me like one would do with a cat 
and have brought me with you. 

To you I'm singing a song 
because I've got nothing else, 
nothing better to offer 
among all the things that I have.
Take my time 
and the magic 
that just with one jump 
makes us fly into the air
as bubbles. 

To you, 
simply being 
the substance of my days, 
the substance of my days. 

To you, my big love. 
To you, who have taken my life 
and transformed it into much more. 
To you who have given meaning to my time 
without measuring it. 
To you, my big love. 

To you, 
I saw you crying into my hand, 
so fragile that I could have killed you 
just by tightening it. 
And then I saw you 
taking over your life 

with the force of an airplane 
and rescue it. 

To you, who taught me the dreams 
and the art of adventure. 
To you, believing in courage 
and also in fear. 
To you, the best thing 
ever happened to me. 
To you, changing every day 
and remaining always the same. 

To you, 
simply being 
the substance of my days, 
the substance of my dreams. 

To you, 
simply being 
the substance of my dreams, 
the substance of my days. 

To you, never liking yourself 
even though you're gorgeous. 
The forces of nature are concentrated into you, 
you're a rock, you're a plant, you're a hurricane, 
are the horizon that welcomes me when I go far. 

To you, the only friend 
that I can ever have, 
the only love that I'd wish
if I didn't have you with me. 
To you, who have made my life fatally beautiful, who can transform fatigue into a great pleasure. 

good look

I received an e-mail today saying 'good look' instead of 'good luck'. I found the error quite funny.

And if today I could experience good looks? Maybe my eyes will work very well... Or I'll be able to see many nice things.

Good look, magnolia!

the function of tears

The question of the function or origin of emotional tears remains open. Theories range from the simple, such as response to inflicted pain, to the more complex, including nonverbal communication in order to elicit "helping" behaviour from others.

In Hippocratic and medieval medicine, tears were associated with the bodily humours, and crying was seen as purgation of excess humours from the brain. William James thought of emotions as reflexes prior to rational thought, believing that the physiological response, as if to stress or irritation, is a precondition to cognitively becoming aware of emotions such as fear or anger.

William H. Frey II, a biochemist at the University of Minnesota, proposed that people feel "better" after crying, due to the elimination of hormones associated with stress, specifically adrenocorticotropic hormone. This, paired with increased mucosal secretion during crying, could lead to a theory that crying is a mechanism developed in humans to dispose of this stress hormone when levels grow too high.

Recent psychological theories of crying emphasize its relationship to the experience of perceived helplessness. From this perspective, an underlying experience of helplessness can usually explain why people cry; for example, a person may cry after receiving surprisingly happy news, ostensibly because the person feels powerless or unable to influence what is happening.

(thanks to wikipedia)

the dark

the dark eats you. why do I do what I do? who am I gonna share this with? where should I take the motivation from? and if there is not him out there?
words, smiles, hands. what for? we are not everlasting. beauty is not everlasting, if one ever had it.

where from? I don't care. where to? that's the question. that's what eats me. I happen to catch the answer. but then in a couple of minutes it's lost. we are all alone out there. but worst we are all alone inside here.

we look into faces
wait for a sign
wir sind allein
allein allein

ahahah!!! bananas-oats blues

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MYEB7cEH0u8&feature=related Äffle: Das isch der Bananen-Blues, Das isch der Bananen-Blues, Der Himmel hängt voller Bananen bloß, Bananen, das ischt, was man haben muß. Denn ohne ischt man ganz und gar Aufgeschmissen, das ischt affenklar. Das ischt der Bananen-Blues. Pferdle: Das ischt der Haferblues, Ja das ischt der Haferblues, Der Super-Doppelzentner-Haferblues, Hafer, das ischt, was man haben muß. Er macht das Traben trabenswert, Ohne ischt man nur ein halbes Pferd. Das ischt der Haferblues. Äffle: Das ischt der Bananenblues! Pferdle: Das ischt der Haferblues! boide zsamma: Das ischt der Bananen-Hafer-Blues, Das ischt der Hafer-und-Bananen-Blues. Pferdle: Bananen braucht ein jeder Aff'. Äffle: Jedes Pferd ischt ohne Hafer schlaff ... boide: Das ischt der Hafer-und-Bananen-Blues ..

Frederick

Look at this story, it's wonderful!

For the German speakers: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OechPIMfI-Q&feature=related

And next winter you will be collecting sun rays, colors and words instead of grains and nuts!!!!

That's what I did yesterday together with a friend and his name is the same as the mouse, funny, don't you think?