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Caro8584 - 12. Apr, 17:12
Lieblings...
Sonntag, 12. April 2009
Mittwoch, 15. Oktober 2008
Dienstag, 22. Juli 2008
adolars phantastische abenteuer
ungarischer Zeichentrick von 1973
jahrelange Recherche
und nun mein Glückstag
DEFA-Revival!
Caro8584 - 22. Jul, 10:39
Mittwoch, 4. Juli 2007
neue musik
...
never mind me,
never mind me,
I`ll just cast shadows on your walls
never mind me,
never mind me,
oh god, I feel so small
...
bottle up your smile
and pour it in a cup
and I´ll be on my way
once I´ve sobered up
...
mehr zu hören gibts
hier
never mind me,
never mind me,
I`ll just cast shadows on your walls
never mind me,
never mind me,
oh god, I feel so small
...
bottle up your smile
and pour it in a cup
and I´ll be on my way
once I´ve sobered up
...
mehr zu hören gibts
hier
Caro8584 - 4. Jul, 19:41
Dienstag, 10. April 2007
...prolog
Clare: It`s hard being left behind. I wait for Henry, not knowing where he is, wondering if he`s okay. It`s hard to be the one who stays.
I keep myself busy. Time goes faster that way.
I go to sleep alone, and wake up alone. I take walks. I work until I´m tied. I watch the wind play with the trash that´s been under the snow all winter. Everything seems simple until you think about it. Why is love intensified by absence?
Long ago men went to sea, and women waited for them, standing on the edge of the water, scanning the horizon for the tiny ship. Now I wait for Henry. He vanishes unwillingly, without warning. I wait for him. Each moment that I wait feels like a year, an eternity. Each moment is as slow and transparent as glass. Through each moment I can see infinite moments lined up, waiting. Why has he gone where I cannot follow?
I keep myself busy. Time goes faster that way.
I go to sleep alone, and wake up alone. I take walks. I work until I´m tied. I watch the wind play with the trash that´s been under the snow all winter. Everything seems simple until you think about it. Why is love intensified by absence?
Long ago men went to sea, and women waited for them, standing on the edge of the water, scanning the horizon for the tiny ship. Now I wait for Henry. He vanishes unwillingly, without warning. I wait for him. Each moment that I wait feels like a year, an eternity. Each moment is as slow and transparent as glass. Through each moment I can see infinite moments lined up, waiting. Why has he gone where I cannot follow?
Caro8584 - 10. Apr, 21:56
