where are you now? where is your heart?

Bright Star

A poem needs understanding through the senses.
The point of diving into a lake is not immediately to swim to the shore but to be in the lake,
to luxuriate in the sensation of water.
You do not work the lake out, it is a experience beyond thought.
Poetry soothes and emboldens the soul to accept the mystery.

John Keats: I had such a dream last night. I was floating above the trees with my lips connected to those of a beautiful figure, for what seemed like an age. Flowery treetops sprung up beneath us and we rested on them with the lightness of a cloud.
Fanny Brawne: Who was the figure?
John Keats: I must have had my eyes closed because I can't remember.
Fanny Brawne: And yet you remember the treetops.
John Keats: Not so well as I remember the lips.
Fanny Brawne: Whose lips? Were they my lips?

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art -
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen masque
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors -
No - yet still stedfast, still unchangeable
 Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft swell and fall,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever - or else swoon in death.

See yourself

I know it's not so cool for me to mention this now
now that we're both settled and in love
but somehow I just want to know
that if things had turned out a little differently
could you see yourself with me?

there's nothing I would change in the way I live know
my choices have been right mostly
but still somehow I just want to know
that if things had turned out a little differently

could you see yourself with me?

If time is all I have I'll waste it all on you

When you're older
The memories fade
But I know I'll still feel the same
For as long as I live

Won't you say my name, one time
Please just say my name

Each day I'll turn it back
It's what the broken-hearted do
I'm tired of talking to an empty space
Of silences keeping me awake



















Won't you say my name?

hope there's someone who'll take care of me

“I’ve never told anybody that before.”

"Well, I guess I'm not just anybody."

Das Glück beginnt dort, wo man die Zeit vergisst.

meant to be together

Durch Tausende von Jahren, inmitten einer Wüste der Zeit, triffst du die, die du zu treffen bestimmt bist.
Ohne Eiligkeit.
Ohne Verspätung.

(Zhang Ailing)

you know I've got an awful lot of big dreams

There's nothing that i wanna do
More than get alone and be with you
Trouble with dreams is they don't come true
And when they do they can't catch up to you

I'm walking down a lonely road
Clear to me now but i was never told
Trouble with dreams is you never know
When to hold on and when to let go

This is the life that i must lead now
Crossing fingers and wiping brow
Trouble with dreams is you can't pretend
Something with no beginning has an end

You don't need a thing from me
But i need something big from you
'cause you know i've got an awful lot of big dreams
(Eels)

Die Vergangenheit,

die nicht exisitiert,

weil sie eben vergangen ist.

Die Zukunft,

die ebensowenig exisitiert,

weil sie noch nicht eingetroffen ist.

Und die Gegenwart,

die auch nicht exisitiert,

weil sie auf der Stelle Vergangenheit wird.

Das erste Türchen öffnet sich...

Mein Tipp: Der Adventskalender vom Schweizer Fernsehen, natürlich für alle Schweizer, oder die, die sich mit dem Schweizerdeutsch anfreunden wollen ;)
Viel Spass!

Welcome to my life

Welcome to my life

you see it is not easy

but I'm doing it all right

welcome to my dream

it's the only one who needs me

and stays right by my side

welcome to my wonderland

it'll take time to find out where we stand

in all this mess

there was the first time for me too

and I had no guide

and I was lost like you

I still am

But it makes me feel alive

Liebe ist...

Till it happens to you.

It used to feel like heaven
Used to feel like may
I used to hear those violins playing heart strings like a symphony
Now they've gone away
Nobody wants to face the truth
But you wont believe what love can do
Till it happens to you.

You can only learn these things
From experience
When you get older
I just wish that someone would have told me

I wonder

It's a quarter after one, I'm a little drunk and I need you now
Said I wouldn't call but I lost all control and I need you now
And I don't know how I can do without
I just need you now

And I wonder if I ever cross your mind
For me it happens all the time

I want to be with you in the colors.

When your whole world is shaken from all the risks we have taken

Dance with me, dance with me into the colors of the dusk

The paths we're walking on, they crumble behind us
But if we leave now, they will never find us
And if this crazy world spins itself down to dust, I want to be with you in the colors

When you again start hoping with your arms wide open
Come on, dance with me, dance with me into the colors of the dusk
And all will be right, dancing like water with the light
Dance with me, won't you dance with me into the colors of the dusk?

Denn Gestern ist nur ein Traum..

Sieh diesen Tag!
Denn er ist Leben, ja das Leben selbst.
In seinem kurzen Lauf
liegt alle Wahrheit,
alles Wesen seines Seins.
Die Seligkeit zu wachsen,
die Freude zu handeln,
die Pracht der Schönheit.
Denn Gestern ist nur ein Traum
und Morgen ist nur ein Bild der Phantasie.
Doch Heute, richtig gelebt,
verwandelt jedes Gestern in einen glückseligen Traum
und jedes Morgen in ein Bild der Hoffnung.
So sehe diesen Tag genau!

We all carry these things inside
that no one else can see.
They hold us down like anchors,
they drown us out at sea.

and suddenly everything changed..

The best thing about a picture is that it never changes,

even when the people in it do.

(Andy Warhol)

Winter wonderland...

Zimtkaugummi.
Ein Anflug von Weihnachten.
Vorfreude oder Stress?
Die ersten Mailänderli sind schon gebacken. Vorfreude.
Die Weihnachtszeit beginnt schon im Oktober. Stress.
Ich habe sogar schon einige Geschenke, oder wenigstens Ideen. Dann doch Vorfreude.
Doch der Schnee kann noch etwas fern bleiben.
Matsch, nasse Füsse, kalte Hände, eisige Gehwege.
Und trotzdem: Walking in a winter wonderland...
Heisse Schokolade, Lichterketten, Tannenbäume.
Tannengrün, nikolausrot, schneeweiss.
Weihnachtsmann, Santa Claus, Nikolaus.
Geschenke einpacken. Geschenke auspacken.
Bändeli um Bändeli, Schleife um Schleife.
Familie, Verwandte. Viel Streit.
Harmonie. Oder eben nicht.
Glühwein, Zimtsterne, Weihnachtsbraten.
Alle werden dicker und doch nicht glücklicher.
Obwohl, mit Schokolade eigentlich schon.
Das grosse Fressen...eh, Festen.
Neujahr.
Neues Jahr, neues Glück.
Immer die alte Leier.
Gute Vorsätze, schlechte Umsetzung.
Aber natürlich, dieses Jahr wirklich.
Oder dann halt nächstes.

Und doch:
Nie war mehr Anfang als jetzt.

Gone away is the bluebird
Here to stay is a new bird
He sings a love song
As we go along
Walking in a winter wonderland