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Welcome to my blog.
Please bear in mind that my blogitems consist of half truths and half fictional characters, circumstances and situations.
Some are real, some visionary and even more of them are fantasies.
It functions as a relief valve for my emotions and thoughts.
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Sunday, 20 September 2009 00:00 |
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Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguisable from magic! |
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Thursday, 17 September 2009 20:59 |
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She looks at me, holding my face with both hands and whispers: "Who died?"
And I just kiss her lips silently while I scream inside: "Our love!!"
Then I look away! |
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Wednesday, 16 September 2009 22:09 |
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The girl next to me on the Parisian Metro smells of a garden filled with the red roses that only grow on the majestic hills of Graz! For a second I wish I could capture this moment forever.
It's a shame I capture moments for a living and this aspect of life which truly counts is therefore fleeting. |
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Monday, 14 September 2009 11:01 |
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They walk past me while I'm walking and conversing with a female friend of mine and one of them says "Hello there!" in my native language thinking I wouldn't speak it anyway.
I turn around immediately and say: "Hello right back at you!" she's in a shock while I say: "didn't expect that did you?"
They try to make a comeback, fail miserably and quickly walk away!
I just smile and feel a little victory!
I speak way too many languages! |
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Thursday, 10 September 2009 20:55 |
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Some guy called me in the Parisian Metro. I thought it was a business call but it was a fan of mine (I didn't know I had any). A fan of my poetry to be exact.
I'm speechless.
He just called to say how much he appreciated it. Awesome!! |
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Thursday, 03 September 2009 23:45 |
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The candle flickers, the moon shines through the skylight on the table in front of me. It lits the halfempty bottle of wine. The glas in my hand has formed its shape to the shape of my hand over the years or is the other way round? (I decide not to figure that mystery out right now) The wine tastes sweet. The light of the laptop distracts me from this moment. And I shut the cover....
For a second I wish I had never finished the book "Time Enough For Love" because all I want to do right now is to get lost in the world of romance, love and beauty of which Robert A. Heinlein can speak so truthfully.
The simple truth about those complex dilemma's attracts me. Once I think about it I realise that somewhere, somehow I have lived a thousand years aswell. In my mind, in my experiences and all I can do is to raise my glass to the burning candle because no one else is around to share this moment with me. (and I have to smile because of the symbolism of this situation)
We are nothing more than what we experience! |
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Thursday, 27 August 2009 17:21 |
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She went away and she took my heart, my dreams and my calmth with her. Sometimes I wish I'd never met her. Life will never be the same!
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Tuesday, 25 August 2009 12:50 |
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The very definition of being alive:
Sing as if no one's listening Dance like no one's watching Write like no one' s Reading |
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Sunday, 23 August 2009 13:17 |
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I looked at the sky and asked it for answers! all it did was rain! |
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Sunday, 23 August 2009 11:36 |
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I'll be posting more short fragmented stories in the future. Here's the first one:
"Hey."
I automatically looked in the direction of the voice, and found myself looking straight into her clear blue eyes. I looked down at my hands and then back up at her.
"Hi," I said, shifting awkwardly.
And then she smiled at me, the charming smile that I'd been so taken by a million times before. A smile I'd once do anything for.
I blushed and found my voice. "So, you got married."
And she laughed. Her laugh had always been infectious. I smiled weakly.
"I did," she answered, swiping her hair out of her eyes. "He's around somewhere. You should meet him."
"Maybe later," I told her. "Maybe later."
I offered a smile and then backed away. |
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