Als ich fortging

Als ich fortging war die Strasse steil - kehr wieder um
Nimm an ihremem Kummer teil, mach sie heil.
Als ich fortging war der Asphalt heiss - kehr wieder um
Red Ihr aus um jeden Preis, was sie weiss

Nichts ist unendlich, so sieh das doch ein
Ich weiss, du willst unendlich sein - schwach und klein
Feuer brennt nieder, wenn's keiner mehr nährt
Kann ja selber, was dir heut widerfährt.

Als ich fortging warn die Arme leer - kehr wieder um
mach's ihr leichter einmal mehr, nicht so schwer.
Als ich fortging kam ein Wind so schwach - warf mich nicht um,
unter ihrem Tränendach war ich schwach

Nichts ist unendlich, so sieh das doch ein,
Ich weiß, du willst unendlich sein, schwach und klein.
Nichts ist von Dauer, wenn's keiner recht will,
Auch die Trauer wird dasein, schwach und klein

Discovered this beautiful and melancholy song today, sung by Rosenstolz, but seems they were not the first to sing it.

Picture: photo of the road some three weeks ago when I was returning from granny's (colour, brightness and contrasr adjusted).

A video from youtube with the song hidden in the link.

Halt dich fest

Wenn der Frühling kommt
Und deine Seele brennt
Du wachst Nachts auf aus deinen Träumen
Aber da ist keiner der bei dir pennt
Wenn der auf den du wartest
Dich sitzen läßt

Halt dich an deiner Liebe fest

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A still from the new S&S and lyrics from a song by Wir sind Helden to match

There's no time for us... The Timew Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger

There's no time for us,

There's no place for us,

What is this thing that builds our dreams,

Yet slips away from us.

Who wants to live forever,

Who wants to live forever, .....?

There's no chance for us,

It's all decided for us,

This world has only one sweet moment

Set aside for us.

Who wants to live forever,

Who wants to live forever, .....?

Now touch my tears with your lips,

Touch my world with your fingertips,

And we can have forever,

And we can love forever,

Forever is our today.

Who wants to live forever,

Who wants to live forever, .....?

Who waits forever anyway?

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Haven't updated here for ages (neither time nor decent internet connection), but I would like to mention the book that recently impressed me and a song with lyrics I think fitting the theme of the book perfectly.

Rainy Days and Mondays

I found this song in my work laptop a couple of days ago, fits perfectly when autumn is about to begin and we are having a bit of showers and cold wind:

Talkin' to myself and feelin' old
Sometimes I'd like to quit
Nothing ever seems to fit
Hangin' around
Nothing to do but frown
Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down.
What I've got they used to call the blues
Nothin' is really wrong
Feelin' like I don't belong
Walkin' around
Some kind of lonely clown
Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down.
Funny but it seems I always wind up here with you
Nice to know somebody loves me
Funny but it seems that it's the only thing to do
Run and find the one who loves me.
What I feel has come and gone before
No need to talk it out
We know what it's all about
Hangin' around
Nothing to do but frown
Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down.



I do not know anything about the singer however, I can even hardly remember how it found its way into my computer!



Photo: a view from a raindrop-covered window taken in June 2006

The Circle Game

Yesterday a child came out to wonder

Caught a dragonfly inside a jar

Fearful when the sky was full of thunder

And tearful at the falling of a star

Then the child moved ten times round the seasons

Skated over ten clear frozen streams

Words like, when youre older, must appease him

And promises of someday make his dreams

And the seasons they go round and round

And the painted ponies go up and down

We're captive on the carousel of time

We cant return we can only look behind

From where we came

And go round and round and round

In the circle game.

Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now

Cartwheels turn to car wheels thru the town

And they tell him,Take your time, it wont be long now

Till you drag your feet to slow the circles down

And the seasons they go round and round

And the painted ponies go up and dawn

Were captive on the carousel of time

We cant return we can only look behind

From where we came

And go round and round and roundIn the circle game

So the years spin by and now the boy is twenty
Though his dreams have lost some grandeur
Coming true
Therell be new dreams, maybe better dreams and plenty
Before the last revolving year is through.
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down

We're captive on the carousel of time

We cant return, we can only look behind

From where we came

And go round and round and roundIn the circle game

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Found this song by Joni Mitchell in my computer and ended up liking it a lot. Even did a drawing!

It's again about time, really bittersweet...

Es Regnet (!!!)

Hmmm... Would you ever expect you need an umbrella in the middle of January when it should be below zero (especially when it's Epiphany, when one expects frost)? The fact is, that umbrellas and more or less wintercoats are a great combination for this season (which does not look like winter at all).
The strangest thing is that I do not trouble over it much though I love snow with all my heart... With this type of weather I love brown hues and tints all around , the wet tree branches, which glisten glossily in orange streetlight on dark wet mornings, this somewhat romantic gloom... Even though I feel sometimes that I need at least a glimplse of sunshine on my face

On such weather you can sit cosily with a cup of tea, thinking of all the "romantic gloom" outside ... with a book of poems or listening to "Es regnet" by Nena non-stop to enchance the rainy romantic feeling, or, otherwise, wonder around the town, enjoing the peculiar rainy light from outside, all those brouwn and grey hues and tints on the wet buildings, wet trees, wet pavement, wet louds on the wet sky...quoting something that passes to the moment...

When I was returning to the office after lunchtime I quoted "The Raven" by E.A. Poe (still remember the shortened version by heart!), aloud, (crazy me!) hiding under the old black umbrella (lost the pink pretty one this autumn :(() if I noticed someone too near to hear my crazy mublings. Otherwise I wouldn't have reached the office, too much rain and too little sunlight are too weakening combined with sitting at the computer all day long!

Following my rule "no post without a picture" I attach this one, because it passes in its colours to what is outside... Sleeping Beauty by Burn-Jones it is. And this rain does work a bit slumbery.

Heute regnets schon seit StundenHeute regnets ganzen TagHeute gehts den Rinnstein runterHeute geht es schwer bergabIch fahr den Rinnstein runterin einem Schiff aus Zeitungspapierund mein Zinnsoldat, der keine Trne weintsteht neben mirHeute wird die Welt gewaschenHeute wird die Erde nassAus den Tropfen werden TrnenAus den Trnen wird ein BachIch fahr den Rinnstein runterin einem Schiff aus Zeitungspapierund mein Zinnsoldat, der keine Trne weintsteht neben mirHeute geht es zu den GrtenHeute gehts in den KanalDabei bin ich eine PrinzessinAber das ist ganz egalIch fahr den Rinnstein runterin einem Schiff aus Zeitungspapierund mein Zinnsoldat, der keine Trne weintsteht neben mirIch fahr den Rinnstein runterin einem Schiff aus Zeitungspapierund mein Zinnsoldat, der keine Trne weintsteht neben mirIch fahr den Rinnstein runterin einem Schiff aus Zeitungspapierund mein Zinnsoldat, der keine Trne weintsteht neben mirIch fahr den Rinnstein runterin einem Schiff aus Zeitungspapierund mein Zinnsoldat, der keine Trne weintsteht neben mir

And again I feel too lazy to format the pasted songtext...

Vollmond

Nena - Vollmond LyricsAm abend geht die Sonne unterDer Mond gehr auf ich werde
munterUn die Nacht ruft laut nach mirDann muss
ich los ich kann nicht schalafenWir treffen in Leeren
StrassenUnd die Nacht ist jung wie wirHeute
ist VollmondUnd die Nacht ruft nach mirKomm mit mir
tanzenUnd ich küss dich dafürHeute ist
Vollmond, VollmondDer Zauber halt nur eine nacht
langWir tanzen in der SonnenaufgangUnd wir fliegen
auf den MondHeute ist vollmondUnd die Nacht
ruft nach mirKomm mit mir tanzenUnd ich küss dich
dafürHeute ist Vollmond, Vollmond.Heute
ist vollmondUnd die nacht ruft nach mirKomm mit mir
tanzenUnd ich küss dich dafürHeute isf
Vollmond, VollmondHeute scheint de Voolmontfür
dich und michsie scheint ichfür dich und michund michund dichund dich

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I hate to be doing text-editing right now. The song is by Nena, the picture is from a Chinese moonday site linked to me by my Chinese friend Yan and yesterday there was a beautiful fool moon indeed, tenderly yellow, looking out of richly-blue clouds - and the sunset on the other side of the sky, with crimson stripes of small clouds across the yellow-lit western sky