Frédéric Chopin - Étude Opus 10 No.2
and disguised in beauty evil slowly creeps into our horizon again - with no reason!?
(chapter 2.5)
My heart is beating, and my pulses start, cathedrals in my heart. You can hurt me bad, still I’ll raise the flag”
I turn the music up, I got my records on
I shut the world outside until the lights come on
Maybe the streets alight, maybe the trees are gone
I feel my heart start beating to my favourite song
And all the kids they dance, all the kids all night
Until Monday morning feels another life
I turn the music up
I’m on a roll this time
And heaven is in sight
I turn the music up, I got my records on
From underneath the rubble sing a rebel song
Don’t want to see another generation drop
I’d rather be a comma than a full stop
Maybe I’m in the black, maybe I’m on my knees
Maybe I’m in the gap between the two trapezes
But my heart is beating and my pulses start
Cathedrals in my heart
As we saw oh this light I swear you, emerge blinking into
To tell me it’s alright
As we soar walls, every siren is a symphony
And every tear’s a waterfall
Is a waterfall
So you can hurt, hurt me bad
But still I’ll raise the flag!
(chapter 3.7)
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GIVING (won by far) vs. taking
little big-hearted (travel) teddy bears for all beloved ones
(chapter 3.6)
Every time it rains, sunshine follows - and the great thing is: they’re both beautiful in their own way! (taken by a special friend, Düsseldorf, December 7) (chapter 3.5)
Break Out & Paradize them! (chapter 3.4)
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“An ode to sarcasm” or Friendship and our fight against apathy
in anticipation of a defiant milestone that is to take place in the halls of florentine marble in the Interconti Düsseldorf this sunday. Here the rich numbly nip and stage their pretty fragile children wrapped in blinding glittering stuff. So my beloved friend produce a scream in their souls this holy Sunday and sing about the puppet you have that ressembles them. Sing of her golden shoes and white blinding teeth, her fake tear and heart of sawdust. And maybe they will twitch…
(chapter 2.4)
Stable as an anchor
yet a light feather
you sit there and still you can fly - and you do
hell yes, you do
irresistably elegant and real with your tousled look
tousled from hours of darkness you fought
bore cold hard hail
then warmed by paradisiac rain
and seas of pure bursting joy
which flow from you like flowers as you go with the winds
and life with its breeze keeps on whispering:
Love me.
and you do.
hell yes. you do.
(from me to you with a feathery kiss, chapter 3.2)
MOVE YOUR ASS or they will eat it! Yes it seems pretty useless to run if you’re a mouse in a cage that you can hardly overcome and the enemy is so close. Your only chance: think different, think big and QUESTION:
Who said you were the mouse in the first place! ? !
(chapter 2.3)
Do you still hear me my friend? Can you still feel me? You have changed so much lately. It is not you who is to blame. At the most you would miss a decisive little bit of courage - but I understand. At what should you aim if there is not even the slightest shadow of a distant flower that could cherish your wounded heart? Only symptoms - and your only weapon seems to be nail polish - pathetic? No! You are lost under the surface. Caught in the undertow of asking what they are expecting of you? What do you expect from yourself, my friend? You do not exist, you think? You are - my friend. I can feel your hands - they are warm - and I can see your heart - it makes me speechless. It is time to break out! Come with me… Yes you can - and even more: yes we can! I will wait on the other side. Only you can take this last most difficult step. (chapter 2.2)
“I’m tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface
Don’t know what you’re expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)
[Chorus:]
I’ve become so numb, I can’t feel you there
Become so tired, so much more aware
I’m becoming this, all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
Can’t you see that you’re smothering me,
Holding too tightly, afraid to lose control?
‘Cause everything that you thought I would be
Has fallen apart right in front of you.
(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you.
(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)
And every second I waste is more than I can take.
And I know
I may end up failing too.
But I know
You were just like me with someone disappointed in you.”
“Welcome in the wild.” says the wise man who expected me at the gate and has gone through this himself some time ago. “I have this reward for you: Periklian wisdom. - The secret of happiness is freedom. And the secret of freedom is bravery.” I smile. His gift is more than I could have ever dreamed of when I was still in the other world.
(chapter 3.1/fairytales from real life)
Coffee makes me dance all day!
A special thanks to one of the many heroes out there: Frank Sinatra!
(chapter 3.random.1)
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Introducing chapter (3): PARADISE
I quit my job yesterday!
Just like that. I turned down that “great, save, challenging” offer for the next step on my ladder and told my boss I’d quit. I refuse to bend against my beliefs, condemn my dreams for professional reasons that seemingly “make sense”, “are advantageous” or “a good investment” nor will I restrain all that energy from swarming out - I can feel it every day and it feels like I have been wasting too much lately.
A relationship that is a disequilibrium - where in hope employees constantly give and the company keeps on taking - cannot work. There are many reasons for everything and this text will be too short. But the essence is: Life is too short for work to be just work and even shorter for accepting that happiness should be an illusional future state. Cut the ******* cord!
Yes I did meet a many beautiful minds, I saw broader horizons and felt the stones under my feet whilst I learned how to soften their edges and then left them behind me. I am thankful for every minute with those who guided my way. I liked and loved my job many times but I have not gone so far just to drown in a swamp.
Nope, there is no masterplan - never - no thoroughly worked out save next destination, yet a save harbour I have: my family, my friends, the world and myself. My journey will be paved with happiness and beauty for I remain true to myself and thus content with my decision. I have time.
I’m breaking out! Come with me… Our ♥ shall be our only guide and our beliefs our single measure.
p:s: yes, i’m a romantic and yes, i like to be poetic and yes, i’m proud of it.
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