Apr
23
Zydeco Jazz
An Eclectic Improvisation
Mar
9
This picture shows you how the school system in Germany works. As you can see, it’s not simple, so I cannot write about this topic in just one post. This is just to give you a short overview. More detailed posts to explain it to you will follow soon. :)
(pic via wikipedia)
Feb
26
Caspar David Friedrich, Sea of Ice, 1824, oil on canvas
Feb
19
St. Antony, thou hath overcome demons, spent 20 years at the bottom of a well, died in a cave. Thou art a righteous man. For this Lenten season I shalt give up all pleasures this world has to offer, torturing myself into a state of hallucination so I may hang out with these crazy creatures as well.
Amen.
Feb
16
Wednesday Morning, 3 a.m.
I can hear the soft breathing
Of the girl that I love,
As she lies here beside me
Asleep with the night,
And her hair, in a fine mist
Floats on my pillow,
Reflecting the glow
Of the winter moonlight.
She is soft, she is warm,
But my heart remains heavy,
And I watch as her breasts
Gently rise, gently fall,
For I know with the first light of dawn
I’ll be leaving,
And tonight will be
All I have left to recall.
Oh, what have I done,
Why have I done it,
I’ve committed a crime,
I’ve broken the law.
For twenty-five dollars
And pieces of silver,
I held up and robbed
A hard liquor store.
My life seems unreal,
My crime an illusion,
A scene badly written
In which I must play.
Yet I know as I gaze
At my young love beside me,
The morning is just a few hours away.
Feb
15
This is what happens when you breed a human, a pig, and a german shepherd, and then let it reproduce 4x over. Science, you’ve done it again.
Bob Dylan’s Dream
While riding on a train goin’ west,
I fell asleep for to take my rest.
I dreamed a dream that made me sad,
Concerning myself and the first few friends I had.
With half-damp eyes I stared to the room
Where my friends and I spent many an afternoon,
Where we together weathered many a storm,
Laughin’ and singin’ till the early hours of the morn.
By the old wooden stove where our hats was hung,
Our words were told, our songs were sung,
Where we longed for nothin’ and were quite satisfied
Talkin’ and a-jokin’ about the world outside.
With haunted hearts through the heat and cold,
We never thought we could ever get old.
We thought we could sit forever in fun
But our chances really was a million to one.
As easy it was to tell black from white,
It was all that easy to tell wrong from right.
And our choices were few and the thought never hit
That the one road we traveled would ever shatter and split.
How many a year has passed and gone,
And many a gamble has been lost and won,
And many a road taken by many a friend,
And each one I’ve never seen again.
I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,
That we could sit simply in that room again.
Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat,
I’d give it all gladly if our lives could be like that.
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