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this amazing picture is taken from Martin Musils Photography of Iceland Volcanoes

In the palm of my hand
An empire summoned
As if it was born
All substance crumbled

It was a vain attempt
At the meaning of life
I should have better ways
Of spending my time

Like climb the mountain
Like sail the sea
Like build my house up
Or start my family

It’s time to get out
It’s time to make a living
I reach the summit
But I come tumblin’ back down

Timber Timbre – I Get Low

I love this Picture made by Anna Ådén. I found it today on Clemens Blog.

And I promise, you will feel a warm sun-reflection on your skin, when you hear this great song from the Cults at the same time!

GO OUTSIDE // CULTS

i cleaned up my photo library and my sd-cards and found these old pictures. i looked at the date, checked my old, battered calendar from 2007 and detected that this shot happend in Worms or Alzey during my work as a sales-rep. back in the days.
It´s nice to find such a souvenir 3 years later!

WHAT YOU HEAR (my personal Soundtrack during this trip 2007) : SHE WANTS REVENGE // OUT OF CONTROL

PLAY: Albert Hammond, Jr. // Cartoon Music for Superheroes

…is my song of the day! i love the music from this extraordinary BAND for a long time now (maybe it´s because i´m always in love with a catchy HAMMOND- ORGAN tune).
plus, i found this stunning picture on CULT STATUS this morning…have a look at one of my favourite blogs to get inspired!

he wasn´t a soft and pink with a fat little tummy;
he was a hard and hollow, a little boy mummy.

“tell us,  please, doctor, the reason or cause,
why our bundle of joy is just a bundle of gauze.”

“my diagnosis,” he said, “for the better or worse,
is that your son is the result of an old pharaoh´s curse.”

(…)

It was late in the day—just before dark.
Mummy boy took his dog for a walk in the park.

The park was empty except for a squirrel,
and a birthday party of an mexican girl.

the boys and girls had started to play,
but noticed that thing that looked like papier mâché .

“Look, it´s like a pinata,” said one of the boys,
“lets crack it wide open and get candy and toys.”

they took a baseball bat and whacked open his head.
Mummy boy fell to the ground; he finally was dead.

Inside of his head were no candy or prizes,
just a few stray beetles of various sizes.

Taken from TIM BURTON´S short story “MUMMY BOY“.
Abstract from a book, called “THE MELANCHOLY DEATH OF THE OYSTER BOY & OTHER STORIES”

MORNING PASSAGES

what a cold and white winter day in berlin. we made a trip through the woods in WUHLHEIDE and had a great time with LUIS trudging through the snow. it was like a wild walk on an empty planet!

The Winter Song // AU REVOIR SIMONE

SOURCE: Markku Lahdesmaki

welcome, i´m happy you´re here…
finally my little blog is renewed with a lot of love  (uh, half-done yet!) and i hope you will like it!
perhaps i will write more often from now on :)