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EnsembleSo what's my language?
In welcher Sprache denk' ich?
En français, ma chérie?
¡E viva España!
En anglais, tu crois?
люблю многие языки!
¡ojo! ¡Tu lengua pero priti priti!
Mais me prive, c'est difficile,
Weil ich mit vielen Sprachen spiele.
But I think you know the truth:
Am meisten liegt mir deutsch im Blut.
The God of the Fallen Trees
The god of the fallen trees
is but the god of fallen dreams...
He is a nice guy, baby! Yesterday
he chipped my darkened dreams away
and gave me, smiling, one of those
enlightening and refreshing thoughts
that devours your dark doubts at one swallow
and plants a new dream beside a fallen.
He is a nice guy, baby! And tonight
he stands beside you | always ready for the fight
against the storm of life, the thunder,
against all seven devils and the vampire hunters
He keeps the soul of the fallen trees.
He cares for the young and for the wounded knees.
He plants a new tree every day
on ev'ry fallebn dream he finds on his way.
He knows for sure s
Confessions. Or not.No, I'm no magician. Not in the least. So if you see me disappear at this place and reapear later at another place it's just slowness of your eyes. For I'm steady on my feet. And to clear that too: it's not my fingers – my brain writes the stories. My fingers just can refuse to write it correctly and so divert my thoughts to other things, and they are slightly successfull. But if you want me to write about something special you only have to put a piece into my brain. It works! Hardly, but it works. More or less. Sooner or later there will be a story, or a kind of something like a story. It often works better if you have not the slighte
Do you know the taste of the universe?One day, when you’re five years old and made out of fractured sunlight and mirror shards, you sit down on the bench of the MAX train. You’re dressed in your winter coat and boots that are too big and one of your parents has pulled your hat too close over your ears.
You’re sitting next to your mother, and on the other side is a man that smells like loneliness, something that you’ll later know as cigarettes and alcohol and homelessness. He’s crying quietly into the top of his jacket and you’re scared to look because you’ve never seen an adult cry.
The train ride goes on for five minutes, which is a lo
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More