insitu said:
November 2, 2008 - 1:53pm
Else Lasker-Schüler: manchmal weiß ich nicht, was ich von ihren Texten halten soll..
Trieb (1902)
Es treiben mich brennende Lebensgewalten,
Gefühle, die ich nicht zügeln kann,
Und Gedanken, die sich zur Form gestalten,
Fallen mich wie Wölfe an!
Ich irre durch duftende Sonnentage...
Und die Nacht erschüttert von meinem Schrei.
Meine Lust stöhnt wie eine Marterklage
Und reisst sich von ihrer Fessel frei.
Und schwebt auf zitternden, schimmernden Schwingen
Dem sonn'gen Thal in den jungen Schoss,
Und läßt sich von jedem Mai'nhauch bezwingen
Und giebt der Natur sich willenlos.
Beste Grüße :-)
saust.life said:
October 4, 2008 - 1:47am
hhmm...a new pic...hope you have fun in vienna ;) - in muc it's fucking cold
isabella azul said:
September 27, 2008 - 7:15am
An, suerte con el estreno de hoy!!! no estes nerviosa, va a salir todo bien, estoy segura!!! tienes al mejor, y ya!luego me contás!
besos hermosa...
v*
isabella azul said:
September 22, 2008 - 9:14am
An... cuando te conectarás??!! ya tengo ganas de charlar con vos otra vez nena...
te mando un abrazo gigante y muchos, muchos besos
ciao guapa!
v*
claudiaguay said:
September 9, 2008 - 4:53am
well, besides the writing things, I'm now producing a girl party. every 2 months i produce this parties in Sao Paulo (brasil)... it's fun!
and about you? what are you studing/directing now?
:)
Thought you might enjoy that Bukowski quote: "There's nothing to mourn about death any more than there is to mourn about the growing of a flower. What is terrible is not death but the lives people live or don't live up until their death. They don't honor their own lives, they piss on their lives. They shit them away. Dumb fuckers. They concentrate too much on fucking, movies, money, family, fucking. Their minds are full of cotton. They swallow God without thinking, they swallow country without thinking. Soon they forget how to think, they let others think for them. Their brains are stuffed with cotton. They look ugly, they talk ugly, they walk ugly. Play them the great music of the centuries and they can't hear it. Most people's deaths are a sham. There's nothing left to die."