first time

do you remember?  I like to think that this was playing

take a monday evening

mild weather, the city centre of a picturesque little city as background, three entertaining musicians, a good little friend and some good songs from the last 50 years. unique!

Tinker Bell

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yn2nc-x1rZs

Martha

Operator, number, please: it's been so many years
Will she remember my old voice while I fight the tears?
Hello, hello there, is this Martha? this is old Tom Frost,
And I am calling long distance, don't worry 'bout the cost.
'Cause it's been forty years or more, now Martha please recall,
Meet me out for coffee, where we'll talk about it all.

And those were the days of roses, poetry and prose
And Martha all I had was you and all you had was me.
There was no tomorrows, we'd packed away our sorrows
And we saved them for a rainy day.

And I feel so much older now, and you're much older too,
How's your husband? and how's the kids? you know that I got married too?
Luck that you found someone to make you feel secure,
'Cause we were all so young and foolish, now we are mature.

And those were the days of roses, poetry and prose
And Martha all I had was you and all you had was me.
There was no tomorrows, we'd packed away our sorrows
And we saved them for a rainy day.

And I was always so impulsive, I guess that I still am,
And all that really mattered then was that I was a man.
I guess that our being together was never meant to be.
And Martha, Martha, I love you can't you see?

And those were the days of roses, poetry and prose
And Martha all I had was you and all you had was me.
There was no tomorrows, we'd packed away our sorrows
And we saved them for a rainy day.

And I remember quiet evenings trembling close to you...

Tom Waits

fight

Tyler Durden: Welcome to Fight Club. The first rule of Fight Club is: you do not talk about Fight Club. The second rule of Fight Club is: you DO NOT talk about Fight Club! Third rule of Fight Club: if someone yells "stop!", goes limp, or taps out, the fight is over. Fourth rule: only two guys to a fight. Fifth rule: one fight at a time, fellas. Sixth rule: the fights are bare knuckle. No shirt, no shoes, no weapons. Seventh rule: fights will go on as long as they have to. And the eighth and final rule: if this is your first time at Fight Club, you have to fight.

space? time?

Beyond space and time: Fractals, hyperspace and more

koenigliche Ballerina Prinzessin

"I am looking for friends. What does that mean---tame?"  "It is an act too often neglected," said the fox. "It means to establish ties."  "To establish ties?"  "Just that," said the fox. "to me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world. . ."

whenever it rains

Whenever it rains, I have to think of you. 
How we met, I can not stop thinking about that. 
Soaked to the skin, so there she stood. 
For us it was too loud, and we came close. 
Whenever it rains, I have to think of you. 
How we met and I can not stop thinking about that. 
Soaked to the skin, so there she stood. 
Anna 

Pitsch-patsch wet, I flied under the canopy of the specialty store
From the sky poured a stream. I think, it was half past seven.
But I was wide awake when Anna looked at me, she smiled. 
I thought: "Talk to her", she spoke to me. 
The soaked clothes clung to her. 
The bag in her hand, she stood near the wall. 
The dark eyes sparkled as a night in Asia. 
Strands on the face prevented her from seeing. 
My heart is pounding, the nose is dripping. 
I am ashamed, I behave as a stupid. 
I'm rather shy. 
"My name is Anna," she said very soberly. 
I began to whisper: "I'm Max from the womb of the Kolkhoz." 
Such a disaster, a complete flop, I behaved 
ridiculously. 
But she smiled. 
Incredibly true, man! 
See there, Anna was an Hip Hop - Fan 

[...]

Splish, splash, the rain fell as a flood. 
The canopy, the island. 
We were as flotsam. I found courage. 
I'm surprised myself about the honesty of my confession. 
"Anna, I think it would be nice going out with you." 
"I could get used to see you more often." 
Anna drew me to her. 
I did not do anything. 
I feel her sweet kisses as they caress my face. 
What just happened? Don't let me go, Anna. 
I still love you purely, the others are loveless. 
You're like the vinyl to my DJ, like the dialectic to Hegel. 
like paint-brushes to Picasso, like the drum mallet to Philip. 
Anna, how was there with Dada? 
You are from the back, as from the front ANNA. 
You are from the back, as from the front ANNA. 
You are from the back, as from the front ANNA. 

[...]

She gave me a goodbye-kiss, because then the bus came. 
She said: "Max, I must go," the door closed. 
Is it now the end? 
It poured. 
I went on foot. 
I'm confused, almost running. 
Anna took my mind. 
I found everything in Anna. 
Sometimes I laugh about it, but then I remember again, like if it were true. 
Comedy is tragedy in mirror writing: ANNA 
From the rear, as from the front. 
Your name be blessed. 
I think of you, whenever it rains. 

[...]

romance

love is in the air.

and it's pooping on my head.

what if?

An aspect of eating disorder recovery involves giving respect to the body itself and learning not only its language but also how to heed what the body says.

       What if the anorexic woman listened to her endocrine system that cried out for nourishment as hormonal function shut down?

       What if the bulimic woman listened to her esophagus plead for a rest from the continuous flow of digestive acids?

       What if the compulsive eater or binge eater listened to a stomach that cried out for mercy and relief from the continuous need to stretch to the point of pain?

       What if, instead of war, we learned to make peace with our bodies?

Chicago

She is always there where things happen 
Always in the middle of the city 
There where the small world is very large 
She sees enough of the lights 

She trembled, and when from this and that 
And she has already had anything 
Even though she does not take so much care of herself 
At least she keeps in touch 

And she dreams of Chicago, Chicago 
Somewhere where nobody knows her
And she dreams of Chicago, Chicago 
There, where nobody, nobody calls her name 

With her sunny dream in mind 
She walks through the rain,
And to everyone that meets her on the street 
She tells, she has been there 

Describes in which part of the city she already was 
Because, after all, she knows this and that 
And if you have a little bit with you 
She takes you with for a night 

She takes you to Chicago, to Chicago 
Someplace where nobody knows you 
She takes you to Chicago, to Chicago 
Where no one calls, no one your name 

But when you tell her 
Which dream she lives 
Then she just goes crazy 

Even if she has just been sleeping for a short time 
Once the light goes on
Then she must go back quickly 

Sometimes she will meet with a few people 
At some unspecified place 
And when there fresh stuff flows through the veins 
one passes the spoon to the others 

And this time she did not come 
Maybe she has not packed 
Only a small message is all she has left 

I'll never come back
I'm in Chicago, Chicago 
Somewhere where nobody knows me oh-oh 
I never come back I'm in Chicago, Chicago 
There, where nobody, nobody calls my name, oh-oh 

Chicago 
Where nobody knows me 
I'll never come back 
Chicago 
I'll never come back

Schemtterlinge im Bauch

from http://www.herzsache.de/liebe/gefuehle/schmetterlinge-im-bauch.php

Having butterflies in one's stomach is a wonderful feeling that all those that once were truly in love know. The butterflies in one's stomach start to flutter even when one sees a person, that one finds wonderful and one wants to win for him/herself. If flirting ends up with getting to know each other, the flutter will happen even more, since one knows that there is interest also on the other side. Before each meeting, the butterflies are fluttering in the stomach because of joy. 

Having butterflies in the stomach means to be excited, and most people are excited when they are newly in love. Unfortunately, in someone's stomach butterflies do not flutter long, because when one realizes that the partner is not the right one, feelings are no longer present and the butterflies in the stomach are gone. There are relationships in which butterflies flutter for a long time in the stomach. It all depends on how the partners treat one another. 

For most people with time butterflies fall asleep in the stomach, the relationship becomes routine and there's nothing more exciting, that could make one have butterflies in his/her stomach. Such relations should be brought to life again. If both partners take the initiative and break away from the sofa, swing comes back into the relationship and butterflies flutter again.

La france en Italie

deja vu

abat-jour

buffè (buffet)
sofà
parquet

moquette

bidet

baguette 
omelette

ragu' (ragout)

pure'

champagne

dessert

pate'

vin brulè

crepe
brioche

chantilly
bignè

creme caramel

creme brulee

champignon

pois

chef

griffe

roulette 

soubrette
manicure
mignon

carillon
cabaret
stage
reportage
pedicure
menù

garage

toilette

sabò (sabot)
culotte
bijoux
collant

pochette

papillon

foulard

no one to blame

Help, I have done it again
I have been here many times before
Hurt myself again today
And, the worst part is there's no-one else to blame

new version of you

dear ...

to write or not to write? what to write? who is the person I'm writing to? it looks to me like I don't know you anymore. I don't know exactly why this complete silence, I can imagine, but not really understand.

So I write. Maybe. One year has past. I've cried, tried to get angry with you, undestood, closed that chapter and then opened it again a thousand times. I've looked into other eyes, opened my hearth to someone else and then again closed it. It sounds horrible to me, but I've probably learnt to use people for what I need in that moment. To be selfish. This is the bad heritage I have from our story. Together with the hope that one day I will feel that kind of feelings again. Because I had never been so high before. And till now I didn't manage it again.

I know that I would make it easier if I wouldn't talk about my inner life and just talk of what I do and happens, but that wouldn't be me. And "I hope you had the time of your life." http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ClhNPb3mmpI

Not much more to say, I think.
Good night,

magnolia

movies

I have a friend. he is very shy, especially at the beginning. but the more you talk to him the more you discover he has thousands of passions. he often likes to be alone. he goes biking. he listens to classical music. he gets lost into maths. and he watches movie.

we discovered that we have similar taste for movies. and today I was thinking that life is not a movie. and it is very easy to get confused about this concept.

he won't be in front of the door waiting for me with flowers. we won't fall in love with the man who loves us. and happy ending is not guaranteed. luckily.

tears

Have you had a good cry lately?

A "good" cry--the kind that can make you feel better--as opposed to the kind you have when peeling onions--is one of your body's most important defense mechanism, it seems.

That's because tears shed due to emotional upset or stress contain chemicals that your body builds up during nervous tension. According to Dr. William H. Frey II, a researcher at the St. Paul-Ramsey Medical Center in Minnesota, emotionally-induced tears contain protein-based hormones as well as leucine enkephalin, a natural painkiller.

Frey and his team concluded that when a person is under stress, his or her body needs to get rid of those chemicals through crying. In most cultures, women are readily forgiven for crying, but men are often expected be stoic and bottle up emotional outbursts. Some scientists think men have more stress-related illness because they resist crying.

Psychologists have long said that crying is a natural part of the grief process and can speed up a person's recovery. Whether the cause of the upset is the death of a loved one, the breakup of a relationship, the loss of a job or some other traumatic event, a person often feels better after they cry and is more prone to move on with their life. In one of the most poignant scenes in the Bible, we're told that even Jesus wept over the death of his friend Lazarus, whom he raised from the dead a few minutes later.

Except at funerals and in hospitals, crying often produces an awkward reaction in the other people present. Maybe if they knew the person crying is just getting rid of some harmful chemicals, they'd be more sympathetic.

(source http://ezinearticles.com/?Why-A-Good-Cry-May-Be-Good-For-You&id=147406)