dinge die ich mag: Juli 2010

28.07.10

offline

i'm looking forward to a week in copenhagen - yeyyyy!!
some of you could recieve postcards like this or this ;)

26.07.10

simplicity

one of my newest spontaneously born collections.
or: studying simple things.

21.07.10

wrapped

13.07.10

want to fly

12.07.10

walk don't walk

or fly don't fly ;)

11.07.10

wrong

my pencil says: protect me from what i want. /jenny holzer/

wrong.

support me in what i want!
please.

07.07.10

how was berlin?

no. it was much more than "okay".

it was like lungs full of fresh air.

could it be a home?

05.07.10

who is it?

so finally i'd like to at least THANK you all who left such lovely notes and wrote me emails, and supported, and understood, and......
well. who came out of the cocoon, actually?
it's still me. but it's a different me.
what is the motivation of this blog after all - is not clear yet. the original purpose seems to be out-dated.

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Now in Vienna there's ten pretty women
There's a shoulder where Death comes to cry
There's a lobby with nine hundred windows
There's a tree where the doves go to die
There's a piece that was torn from the morning
And it hangs in the Gallery of Frost

Take this waltz, take this waltz
Take this waltz with the clamp on its jaws
Oh I want you, I want you, I want you
On a chair with a dead magazine
In the cave at the tip of the lily
In some hallways where love's never been
On a bed where the moon has been sweating
In a cry filled with footsteps and sand

Take this waltz, take this waltz
Take its broken waist in your hand

This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz
With its very own breath of brandy and Death
Dragging its tail in the sea

There's a concert hall in Vienna
Where your mouth had a thousand reviews
There's a bar where the boys have stopped talking
They've been sentenced to death by the blues
Ah, but who is it climbs to your picture
With a garland of freshly cut tears?

Take this waltz, take this waltz
Take this waltz it's been dying for years

There's an attic where children are playing
Where I've got to lie down with you soon
In a dream of Hungarian lanterns
In the mist of some sweet afternoon
And I'll see what you've chained to your sorrow
All your sheep and your lilies of snow

Take this waltz, take this waltz
With its "I'll never forget you, you know!"

And I'll dance with you in Vienna
I'll be wearing a river's disguise
The hyacinth wild on my shoulder,
My mouth on the dew of your thighs
And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook,
With the photographs there, and the moss
And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty
My cheap violin and my cross
And you'll carry me down on your dancing
To the pools that you lift on your wrist
Oh my love, Oh my love
Take this waltz, take this waltz
It's yours now. It's all that there is

(Leonard Cohen/ Garcia Lorka)