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I feel delighted about our late summer. Finally sun is giving us back some of its energy and finally it is warm enough to spend an evening on the balcony, watching the stars in a clear sky und listen to the snails feeding on the tomato plants.

» Posted By Fredda On 08.26.2016 @ 4:23 am


Food. Chocolate, sweets, burger, pizza. Keep the balance. Smoking, Drinking. Unhealthy is not always unhappy, at least not in the short term.

» Posted By Fredda On 06.17.2016 @ 1:40 am


It’s an illusion to think that things will stays this way for the rest of my life. I could be in Canada next year, teaching skiing. Or in Iceland, working on a pony farm. I could still be on my own or I could be with you, but it’s an illusion to think it will stay that way.

» Posted By Fredda On 08.05.2015 @ 3:17 am


Oh, what a win it woul be to lie next to you. Wouldn’t it? I actually can’t think of a life next to you. I have pretty much everything to be happy and jolly and just be myself and enjoying my life. Still I am just waiting and changing myself to be with you even if I have no idea who you are.

» Posted By Fredda On 04.22.2015 @ 5:56 am


Shrib shrap, from left to right and back. Up and down and around. Shrip shrap. In the morning, in the evening. Same procedure twice day. Does anyone know you better?

» Posted By Fredda On 02.20.2015 @ 9:22 am


“Ich sitz schon wieder, barfuß am Klavier”. The tone ist beautiful and I am listening to the sound. I’m trying to find the perfect point to raise my voice and give the sound a song. Too late. Again. I’m smiling in apology to me teacher, she shakes her head and starts to play again. When that specific point arrives, she nods and I start singing.

» Posted By Fredda On 02.07.2015 @ 6:47 am


That’s what you call a “Fels in der Brandung” in German. To me, the humanification of the adjective “steadfast” is Dumbledore which is funny, because he isn’t even a real human.

» Posted By Fredda On 10.20.2014 @ 7:23 am


I can see it somewhere near. Nearer than the horizon. It’s coming and I know I have to take the step. I could ran away from it, but I know it will come eventually. I have to take the step over the sill.

» Posted By Fredda On 01.12.2014 @ 1:57 am


Bourbon. What ist bourbon? The liquid stirrs in the bold glas. It looks golden and brownish. The smell is nice, a bit wooden maybe. The taste is strong at first, then softens into the wooden kind you already smelled.

» Posted By Fredda On 01.10.2014 @ 8:46 am


I suppose that is what America is about right now. A big, damn cold freezer with millions of people in it and some of them freezing to dead while others celebrate their unexpected holiday in a warm home.

» Posted By Fredda On 01.08.2014 @ 3:26 am


That is exactly the thing, you know? I saw him dancing and turning on that music. For a second he was exactly what I wanted and I started thinking about our future even before he took a look at me. It’s exactly the thing. I need to stop that.

» Posted By Fredda On 01.02.2014 @ 8:46 am


Don’t think just write…and now you’re giving me the word improve? I am not a freestyler i guess. That is absolutely a thing to improve. Oh, and with new year’s coming so soon we will all have our resolutions and well, aren’t they improvements of ourselves?

» Posted By Fredda On 12.11.2013 @ 12:26 pm


We are all working based on some pretty simple mechanisms. Well, not so simple if you look at your body an how your blood rushes through your veines. or when you think about your brain, which is an absolutely wonderfull mechanism itself. A brain thinking about itself and how it might work. Crazy

» Posted By Fredda On 12.10.2013 @ 1:33 pm


It is strange to know that here I am writing my last words. My last words in this world. While knowing that in this world there is no one who would read them with any affection. Still I have this urge to leave something behind. I’ll see you soon, mom.

» Posted By Fredda On 10.24.2013 @ 6:05 am


She was looking at the letter. It wasn’t stamped or anything. No address and no addressor. Just her name. Her name in those letters she felt like having seen a million time. It was his handwriting, she could recognize it out of a million. Still, after more than twenty years. The letter weigh heavy in her hands and she didn’t turn around, when her husband called her.

» Posted By Fredda On 10.15.2013 @ 10:50 am


He was tanking up. Three beers in half an hour was nothing special. Usually through a funnel. Guess, that’s what gave him his nickname: The tank. There was no party where he weren’t filling himslef up like a waggon.

» Posted By Fredda On 10.03.2013 @ 7:52 am


Waling through the alleys she realized that she could literally feel the past. She imagined herself being a princess, maybe fleeing from a forced marriage with her third degree cousin. She smiled and looked up. Rome. A city so full of stories and history.

» Posted By Fredda On 09.03.2013 @ 9:06 am


Finally she was holding it in her hands. The footage that could destroy a whole family. And not only that, it would be able to change history, to change millions of life for the better. Her hands were clinging to the cold material. She knew what she had to do. Slowly her hands were reaching the fire, she felt the heat of the flames and just a second before they would burn her flesh she would let go.

» Posted By Fredda On 08.25.2013 @ 11:31 pm


Abdullah is fasting. He is thirsty and hungry and won’t join the coffee break anymore. He is training his discipline, fighting his needs every day. I tried to not eat chocolate for a while. Broke down the second day.

» Posted By Fredda On 08.06.2013 @ 12:23 am


Another word I don’t exactly know the meaning of. So let me check it.
Deft – flink. Always reminds me of little squirrel or rabbits hushing aorund in the garden and trees. Too deft to follow, but grat to look at.

» Posted By Fredda On 07.14.2013 @ 6:15 am


There is a god somewhere in us. Something good (then that’s where the word god comes from. Or vice versa) in all of us. Something forgiving and great and god. Find it and you’ll get what a god deserves.

» Posted By Fredda On 07.01.2013 @ 12:38 pm


She was sitting on the stilts. High up in the sky. Her right hand was covering her eyes and she looked as far as she could. Her eyes rested near to the horizon. Thousand of people were running. Running towards the horizon. Leaving her on the stilt. High up in the sky.

» Posted By Fredda On 06.23.2013 @ 10:59 pm


Coffee spilled all over her paper. She watched it as in slow-motion. She saw all he notes vanishing in an instant under the deep brown liquid.

» Posted By Fredda On 05.26.2013 @ 10:36 am


Try to fit in. Never good enough.

» Posted By Fredda On 05.21.2013 @ 12:32 pm


A sweet lullaby is what she needs. At night, when sleep isn’t coming, at day, when tears keep her from smiling. But the singer seems far away, not ready to sing to her, to keep her in his arms, to love her and be with her forever. So she keeps being lonely in the night and in the day.

» Posted By Fredda On 05.19.2013 @ 11:56 am


Oh golden juice, cold and bitter. Beer is somethin you need to get used to, but as soon as you are it’s everything. It’s friendship and past and future and love and music and memory. A promise of summer, a promise of spring, and comfort in winter and a friend indeed.

» Posted By Fredda On 05.07.2013 @ 12:30 pm


Oh the planter! Right in the news, very current topic, very disturbing topic. People should not be allowed to plant and trade rare seeds anymore? By law? Well, read your news carefully and check the fine print.

» Posted By Fredda On 04.25.2013 @ 11:10 am


What a coincidence! Magenta is exactly the colour i have to replace. My printer is using all those colours way to fast. Still, the question is: What do i need Magenta for, if I just want to print black? Estupido!

» Posted By Fredda On 04.22.2013 @ 4:16 am


She was sitting on top of the tree, legs hanging from one of the thick branches. She felt like a pirate, doing something illegal in this appletree in the frontyard of her parents house. Free and keen. She was a child.

» Posted By Fredda On 04.12.2013 @ 11:59 am


Her long straight hairr covered most of her face as she leaned forward and tried to grasp the glass. She giggled and started to think, if she maybe should stop to try as more of the vine would make her even dizzier. A last try and the glas was in her hands. When she looked up and saw the reflection of her young and beautiful self in the mirror, the only thing she saw were her eyes. Drunk and dizzy eyes that looked old and gave her the shocking impression of her own mother.

» Posted By Fredda On 04.06.2013 @ 8:20 am

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