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lullabies are sweet and tender, they are sung with a burning heart at first. over time the heart will change into boredom, because it’s

» Posted By corinnele On 05.20.2013 @ 12:42 am


higher can become lower in a different perspective. and who knows wich view of the world is true?

» Posted By corinnele On 12.04.2012 @ 11:36 am


the past is never completely gone. it shapes the present and makes the future possible.

» Posted By corinnele On 11.28.2012 @ 11:20 am


to measure is always to limit, which is most of the time something negative.

» Posted By corinnele On 11.15.2012 @ 2:13 am


I spent time wondering how I’m going to tell you the news. I am nervous. I am myself and yet another person. Finally the words escape from my lips and all you do is laughing. and I am not quite sure, whether I like it or not.

» Posted By corinnele On 11.11.2012 @ 11:58 am


I roar and it makes me free. I roar and it frightens my collegues. I roar and this makes space around me. You roar and I wonder who you really are.

» Posted By corinnele On 11.10.2012 @ 3:21 am


small steps make a longer journeys than fast trains and the best is, that you can even see the countryside properly

» Posted By corinnele On 11.01.2012 @ 11:46 am


If the entrance to one’s heart are the eyes. how does that work with blind people? are they better liers or are we just unable to detect the signs-

» Posted By corinnele On 10.17.2012 @ 1:53 pm


since our friendship doesn’t mean the same for us, I think it is best to end it. or is that too radical?

» Posted By corinnele On 10.13.2012 @ 2:28 pm


I say wet dreams and everyone thinks the same but it was just raining.

» Posted By corinnele On 10.12.2012 @ 7:25 am


help- how can we make sure that we help others, when we think about helping. sometimes we just promote ourselves and our ideas.

» Posted By corinnele On 09.26.2012 @ 12:12 pm


Hu, what a topic!

» Posted By corinnele On 08.14.2012 @ 4:41 am


the camera of my friend is miraculous: whenever she takes it in her hand, the captured pictures are amazing, showing a world beyond beauty. If I take pictures with the camera, they just show fragments of ordinary life.

» Posted By corinnele On 08.03.2012 @ 1:17 am


fast statements are sometimes better than long reflections. it’s action after all.

» Posted By corinnele On 07.26.2012 @ 11:38 am


the instructions came through. “get to Bruges you dumb fuck”. I didn’t even know where Bruges was. ………………………it’s in Belgium.

who can guess the movie?

» Posted By corinnele On 07.21.2012 @ 11:20 am


we are all suspects in one way or the other: who ate the last yoghurt? who left the empty can behind? who uses all the petrol, we keep fighting about? who destroys the rainforest by ignorance?

» Posted By corinnele On 07.20.2012 @ 11:19 am


the bread is black. the crust is no crust anymore but burned. I heard that bread has the same capacity to burn as wood.

» Posted By corinnele On 06.29.2012 @ 12:24 am


soups make me think of russian trains. there is no place on earth, where industrial soups with instant noodles taste better.

» Posted By corinnele On 06.25.2012 @ 11:44 am


I am a convict of my fears. They keep me locked without weapons. Just beliefs. What is more real, the life in your head or the one outside?

» Posted By corinnele On 06.02.2012 @ 4:49 am


I dreamt of being a reporter until I became one. most of the time you can touch reality only through fiction.

» Posted By corinnele On 05.30.2012 @ 11:25 am


he dreamt of a romance, because it was a warm summernight. he dreamt of sweet and tender lips, that would kiss but not speak.

» Posted By corinnele On 05.17.2012 @ 3:13 am


the speaker kept talking and she kept writing. everything was so important that at the end her shorthand wasn’t short at all.

» Posted By corinnele On 05.09.2012 @ 12:40 am


close your eyes and taste blue bread it will be delicious.

» Posted By corinnele On 05.07.2012 @ 11:48 am


the hearing was horrible. the smiling faces in front of her could barely hide the snarting and there was this tired fly always trying to land on her right hand.

» Posted By corinnele On 05.04.2012 @ 12:41 am


don’t separate what belongs together. otherwhise you will mix everything.

» Posted By corinnele On 05.01.2012 @ 12:46 pm


if something is hallowed, who did this? is it hallowed because God said it so or is it hallowed because people say this is hallowed. And how can you know the difference?

» Posted By corinnele On 04.30.2012 @ 1:14 pm


I have been looking for about four years for a specific poster. It’s a photograph taken by Yva, an artist in the 1920.

» Posted By corinnele On 04.26.2012 @ 11:15 am


he never wanted to become a gladiator, when he was a boy, he dreamt about being a gardener. He always loved the color of poppy. It was only later, he decovered their effect – it was too late. now he is a fighter and dreams of a red sea.

» Posted By corinnele On 04.25.2012 @ 11:20 am


The scorn was in his eyes, right behind the blue colour. It was almost invisible, just the slightly lighter blue, the touch of ice revealed it’s sharpness.

» Posted By corinnele On 04.23.2012 @ 12:20 pm


he likes golden earrings. nobody knows but at home, when he is alone, he always wears them and not only in the ears.

» Posted By corinnele On 04.17.2012 @ 1:18 am

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