Icy views

This Sunday morning outside the window is grayish, the snow has melted, people have yet not awaken after the so many pre-christmas parties of the weekend. Last Sunday, though, a storm blew stronger along the day. I had to fight my way home in the evening, laughing as I pushed forward. It was ridiculous to be out on a bike in that weather. But I made it home, and as I put on the lights to light my flat, I saw the beauty of the storm, iced on my window.



If any music goes with this view more than perfectly, it is David Gray.

Winter in my lens

First real snow.


Saturday morning.

I didn't wash that shirt

I didn't wash that shirt.
Day by day is returns to be
more of an ordinary shirt.
One that has the scent of me.
Instead of your sheets.
For days it kept me.
Lingering.
Oh.
So sweet
are those memories.
Encapsulated in the fabric.
I feel my head fall back.
Just from that sweetness.
Enjoying the beauty
of imagination.
Memories.
It is hard for me to see
you do the same.
Do you?
Would you?
Oh.
So sweet.
Is that image.
Perfect.
Thrilling.
Or would you just rip them out of your bed,
those sheets.
To start a brand new day.
Not to linger.
In anything that is no more?

Auf der anderen Seite

It is snowing. Big, white chunks are slowly, slowly falling down from a black sky, landing on black streets. I am about to start my Saturday evening in good company, but before that it's time for a "Must see".

I just watched Auf der anderen Seite (Edge of Heaven) by Fatih Akin. Beautiful, beautiful movie. And not just because of Istanbul. As beautiful as the movie and it's title auf Deutsch, are the sceneries, the language, the emotions that come forward in all different colours, hate and love, rage and tenderness, self and other, separation and togetherness.

Something I haven't seen yet, but will, is Waltz with Bashir.
Two things about it: 1) The beauty of the animation and 2) The soundtrack:

This is not a love song (Public Image Ltd)
I swam out to sea - Return (Max Richter)
The Haunted Ocean (Max Richter)
JSB - RPG (Max Richter)

Ah, the beauty of music. I'm mesmerized.

Some of these days

Some of these days - my inspiration tonight.

You are my last day of summer

Fresh thoughts are to be written down fresh, before second thoughts come in to alter the flowing rivers of the soul. Despite the late hour, here's the poetry of this night's flight, here are the thoughts that grew under the dark sky.

The tunes to accompany the thoughts are, for different reasons, Daniel Lemma - If I used to love you and Citizen Cope - Hurricane waters.

You are my last day of summer
You are my last day of the vacation. The one I'd like for to go on forever and never stop Even though all it takes to realize it has come to an end, is a trip to the airport. Knowing, that I'll never know, whether I'll ever have that again.

You are what I return to in my mind, when later on, bittersweet memories enter behind closed eyelids, flowing through my body, like waves of an ocean. (And I let them.) I'll remember thoughts, words, sounds, scents. (The contour of your mouth, making you look so peaceful when you sleep.) I'll remember the sweetness of the breakfast coffee, (the scent of your skin). I'll remember all of that and so much more. I'll remember the restlessness I grew for leaving you.

You, like the last day of summer, making me paint a picture in my mind. Filling it with the landscapes of my soul, the love in my heart. Not ever to forget what that last day felt like, with you, if I'll never relive it again.

Calleth you, cometh I

Tonight one of my dear friends reminded me of this song by the Ark, Calleth you, cometh I. Definitely worth 4 minutes or so to put in it. And put in some thought to it, I think it's sad. And sadly, that's how it often goes, leaving only bitter sweet memories in the shadows of one's heart.

Calleth you, cometh I
And I know we were both too young way back when we had our thing
and you're not the one that i think of everytime that the telephone rings
and i know that what we had would not be called love by the ones who know
and i know it's been many years and hundred love affairs ago
I know all that so well but i also do know this

Calleth you, cometh I
and that's just how it is
and how it is always been

It's were my reason stops
and something else comes in

I know it doesn't make sense
but still.
Calleth, you cometh I

And that's how it is

And I know we became restrained everytime we were among friends
And I know how it was last time and how bitterly it always ends
And I know we were both too young to know what real love would be like
And i know our communication didn't always work out right.

I know all that so well but I also do know this

Calleth you, cometh I
And that's just how it is
And how it's always been

It 's were my reason stops
and something else comes in

I know it doesn't make sense
but still
calleth you, cometh I
and I've been waiting for this so long, waiting to sing this song
for you