Damien Rice ~ 9 Crimes

Debbie's 25th birthday (22.07.2010)

Swiss Alps (19.07.2010)

Being at ease...

I'm walking.

As soon as my feet get itchy, I feel the urge to put on my shoes and leave the roof over my head behind.

I walk for hours. Always hoping not to run across anyone I might know.

Because when I walk, I appreciate the solitude.

I'm walking. Again.

My legs move fast; they are strong. I'm thankful for that, because they carry me wherever I want to go.

I walk for days. Breathing in the fresh air and feeling how the gentle wind brushes against my cheeks.

When I walk, I'm down to earth.

I'm walking. Restless.

My bones never become tired. Energy is literally flowing through my body.

I walk forever. From time to time I stop, stand still and close my eyes... Free from all worries.

Because out there is where God exists.

And suddenly I realize: I'm alive.

FCSG coach Uli Forte :-)

All these unsaid words

Far away. Far away from home.
No sadness. Not even a little bit.
It feels good to be in such a strange place.
In a big city. Where nobody knows me.
Anonymity.
I leave my apartment before sunrise.
And only get back after the sun has set.
Winter. A depressive season.
But I feel as usual.
It will be christmas soon.
I sometimes miss the snow. And my family.
Be tough. Never complain.
I like to be alone. All by myself.
There's no explanation.
From time to time I meet people just like me.
People that appreciate the silence. People that don't speak too often.
We're keeping to ourselves.
Love. Are there words to describe this feeling? Not really.
I love quietly; but often. Actually, all the time.
It's hard for me to express my love though.

And so I turn away again.
Stay on my own and hope that one day I will find the courage to confess.
And that it is not too late by then.

Dedicated to everybody out there who has ever truly loved someone. There are only few; but you are the world's last hope.

(Berlin, december 2009)

"What humbugs we are, who pretend to live for Beauty, and never see the Dawn!"

-Logan Pearsall Smith-

PAST & FUTURE

1910 ~ 2008

..... then and now .....

2008 ~ ????

Another kind of Love.

"I've packed away the blue jersey and scarf now. They're at the bottom of the drawer hidden underneath the rest of the summer T-Shirts that barely saw the light of these past few months. We're getting quickly to that time of year when the nights are becoming darker earlier and you can feel the first bite of cold in the mornings.

The end of summer and the approach of autumn and winter is always tinged with sadness.
Nature dies off and hibernation sets in. For the fan it's a double-edged sword, a chance to reflect with sadness at the passing of another empty season and an opportunity to look with a lighter heart to the possibilities for next year. Do we live in false hopes or real expectations? A bit of both maybe, but only by dreaming can we be really free.

We're all still our younger selves as fans, putting our hopes and dreams in a team that gives us mainly heartache, pinning our faith on players who neither know us nor how much we care, standing on the Hill as the crowd sings, chants and cheers as the Dublin team in blue sweep the ball across Croke Park and put it over for another score, celebrating wildly with the thousands of others and getting swept up in the swell of fans, regrouping, and singing from the bottom of our lungs. On the Hill supporting the Dubs we are all little boys again, and for 70 minutes we live our dreams of youth once more.

That is why, as the season ends and I pack away my jersey and scarf, I wonder if maybe now is the time to leave the Hill -- and what it means and represents -- far behind me for ever. I'm 30 years of age and scrambling around for career dreams that have yet to be realised. Am I now holding on to something with the Dubs that I should have let go by now? I'm one of the last of the friends still clutching my Hill ticket on a sunday with glee, but maybe I should be growing up with those friends who have moved on.

By staying on the Hill, I wonder, am I delaying the onset of life's seriousness and problems? If I take my seat in the Hogan Stand and join the other fathers and husbands and accept the serious business of sitting and watching the Dubs in passive emotion, am I finally accepting that whatever life held out for me has long since passed me by too?

When the Championship next comes round I will be 31. I'll be settled into married life and have mortgages and bills increasing by the day. I've tried to pursue my dreams of writing and following what my heart tells me, and have come up short so far. Maybe that is why I stick to the Hill.

But closing the drawer on my Dubs jersey and scarf, I feels as if I need to stop clinging on and face up to what life throws my way from now on. As a man I face into an uncertain future, but as a fan I can face into hope and expectations for the coming year. Maybe I'm not quite ready yet to turn my back on the Hill and all that it stands for after all."

Everything has changed.

Ich will Meer.....

Das Meer ist alles.

Es ist eine immense Wüste,

wo ein Mann nie alleine ist,

in dem er fühlen kann,

wie das Leben aller in ihm bebt.

Das Meer ist ein Behälter für all die ungeheuren,

übernatürlichen Dinge, die darin existieren:

Es ist nich nur Bewegung und Liebe,

es ist die lebende Unendlichkeit.

- Jules Verne -

So schliesst das Meer das Herz auf.
Der Härteste noch unterliegt seinem Bann.
Wie auch immer,
man wird wieder zum Menschen.

- Jules Michelet -

Home is where the heart is

knight in shining armour

A knight in shining armour.

I must have first heard that expression when I was a little girl.

Knights in shining armour would often play an important part in fairytales.

I drew pictures of them.

Tall, well-shaped men with shoulder-length hair that would either be blowing in the wind or be hidden underneath an iron helmet.

My knights would wear silver armour or sometimes when I couldn't find a silver crayon in the messy drawer of my desk, the lucky man would even be honoured with golden gear.

I was usually so kind to draw them a pretty horse; a stallion white as snow with the blackest eyes and strong legs that could carry the knight to faraway lands.

And of course my knights would always be armed with a sword and hold a shield in one hand to protect the princess from all the evil in this world.

Many years later I once watched a movie where I noticed how a mother called her own son a "knight in shining armour". It has been stuck in my head ever since.

I sometimes look for my knight in shining armour.

From time to time I spot one, but would be devastated when realizing he was someone else's knight already.

But when I think about it; the knight doesn't necessarily have to be a male.

You can find one in any person, if you just change the way you look at people and try to appreciate simple gestures.

Like a smile in the morning.

A helping hand in need.

An arm around your shoulder when you're sad.

A voice that gently guides you out of the darkness and back into the light of life.

And try being good to others.

Be the smile that can make someone's day.

Be the hand that softly wipes away tears of desperation.

Be the gentle voice that speaks of hope.

Be the friend on whom one can depend.

You'll be surprised that even you can be a knight in shining armour. Or at least a kind-hearted human being in jeans and a t-shirt. And even without the sword and shield you might be able to save someone.

People all get ready

It's a shame that Glen Hansard is not a household name by now.
But it's an even bigger shame that music has become "fashion". The mass is unbelievably dumb. So much shitty music out there forced down our throath, yet music as pure and beautiful as this is unseen. :-( What a sad world...

Greetings from Saint City! :-)