I once started the wind
until I traveled the world with him.
Small game with the world well
and make plans,
and later on it
Laugh …
Heike Thieme
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Madame Butterfly may be pious and low to have. Her two faces of courtesy and the seed followed the claim to her race...
I say it out freely. Today I read the newspaper in several languages.
I am Freethinker. I drive with it the best and I am accommodating in the next life!
You laugh about me being different?
I laugh about you all having to be equal to each other!
Rock'n Roll means to me, it has the freedom of thinking and that to be what you want to be!
Be careful! The study of history - can be much clearer claim and it can take the next steps into the future name existence.
I rush to such moments, where my thinking represents. No whining spits out the end of the story. It has to start here!
When I opened my eyelids, the falling into reality and the young man in front touched me gently with his lips and spoke with his mouth
'Lazybones!'
Then I pulled the blanket closer to me and crawled curled up underneath, my knees pulled up to my chin ... like the mouse is looking for her hole. The young man beside me had no chance to get me out of bed. I compared him with an encounter that I had with a traveler, who noticed, where our love fell.
He used this love, that was just outdated for him, was already over late for remorse. He had showed well enough to show how it works lying the world. I grinned but I had no time for these games. It was time for him to tow another girl, that saw the prince in him, that made him feeling earthly every time a lady fell.
It may have been a hungry soul, I thought. He was on the passing light luggage, wore loose bright red pants, was tanned, pushed a rickety bike and one leather bag over his shoulder, ran straight past me as I sat in a sidewalk cafe my cup in the hand with the latest news in hand. Then going home at this early Sunday morning, when he just sat there in a niche at the household store. He threw in my gaze.
Well, I thought, because in this area were people difficult to speak openly, I invited him to my home to coffee. He returned three days later to say hello once more, then disappeared for ever. It still seems to me, thirteen years later that he disappeared anyway, if I expressed the desire, he simply went with the airspace gone with the wind. Meantime my own child became a big boy and left home.
I had to solve enough other problems in the meantime.
I did not have to worry about that fantastic body he had or how adorable or breathtaking this one thinks he is, because I am single-parent in this life where my child took his place. That was my priority.
I already leased wisdom in near future.
Who was the mouse looking for the hole?
So it should stick with me alone. Just little interested in men.
I began in my spirit to arrange pictures in order to remain silent for a short while. At that time it became clear to me that love was one of the irrefutable errors of man!
I looked at all the other single parents who were out of frustration over being alone, but hacked each other's eyes. As soon as they became economically independent, was when they hung some male money bag on the lips and brought their children into partnership.
Women do not think further than to the tip of their noses, when it comes to the simplest thing of a woman, when it comes to their conveniences.
Dialects spoken to a neighboring country, it is pronounced a pity and wasted love trouble, to bring them together as neighbors at least to know each other.
So I worried about all the lonely years about mine, but not all the problems of this world, swimming through an ocean.
I proved myself better, at least mentally and general.
The answers to most questions are easy to learn day and night, when I tried to relax and waited for the answer inside.
The way to live in this small town made me see, people were everywhere the same ...
Meanwhile, my son already goes his own way, I stayed behind. I am my thought, my opinion, quiet. I am not alone and deserved to be heard by a honest man. I knew, I sent love already many years away, but that could change. I was open for it. My life was different. I was not fringed with guilt, and I did not prepare this certain last act, in order to bring my regret to life to die down. I really did not have to waste my time with nothingness.
When people make a big story about their existence, then begin to paint, their fiction is meant to light to the roots of their lives, to explode in happiness their youth constantly preserved. They would never live a life, in their skill a system of hiding and repression, hide death itself. They act in accordance with their heritage of what they knew around their navel, in the charged room.
And love should believe in a previous relationship, believed that they loved and only this.
If you are staring in a mirror in low light for a few minutes, your brain will start to get bored and set off to imaginary monsters. Then comes self-love and works hard in silence. This love would be unsuccessful, because they are too much foreground moves, with much noise for nothing.
But people who think they are beautiful can not relate to each other to look into the eyes, because he is not there the Prince, the Savior, the contemplative.
In the self-observing way, according to your pulse, just below the petals, where tender creatures barely touch my leaf, it is their heartbeat that touched me. In the smell of the words.
I don't betray rhythmic, I felt a little different from all the girls, because I mean a well-read woman is one more dangerous creature than a self-proclaimed princess who is not going far with it.
I always stood there with all my love. She taught me to stand alone on both legs with my strength, to move on.
I walk in the garden of my life, and the thoughts, that I sowed in it grew to me, from which I am. I see, the seeds are not watered down over time. The love I was taught was love that I desired, to the love that brought me to success. Patience gave it to me, wandering between worlds, to the meaning diversity, to turn me back into right-wing life. Therefore I leave the tears and live again!
Where I am at a table in the restaurant, I'm still sitting twenty years and wait for my number two. I will attend, enjoy my looks and be amazed. And someday I will go with the one I love. I want the love, with I'm going. Just as scared of the idea of a new one love. Love, is the idea to just survive and find it feels like love!
When people never stop to look each other in the eye, how do they see where does humanity lead it?
I would not be in love with any binding content design required the full passion of height. So I take care of it, to delirious inspiration in the art that I call my survival.
To meet his soulmate is like a house where you can find the furniture and recognizing the images that are hung in it ...
Everyone has secret sorrows ... and we often call a man cold, if he is sad. One tried to look at the surface, one will be amazed at what's going to find below.
Who stands next to you, is more important to you, than those who are with you. I appreciate a book-reading, restrained, shy type of woman, the indoor type, so to speak.
I let it be outside. Life's wheel is always spinning. Simple is just that they do not see that they are their own protectors.
I consider myself as a woman. She stands on the shore of the seas.
Wind plays on her hair. How much did she long for that from afar? Strips in the sky gave her the courage back.
She did not have to beg for love anymore.
It would be the prince who ruined my dream.
Woman's begging is her limitation. His silky words are a lot darker than nothing. He tasted her body metal. She would not be his toy, not more, and her beautiful soul became his holy goal.
I could safely do without it, because of the gentlemen in my past.
Just to live life in my lap.
But to understand his nature forever, not liberating but also euphoric. This is the original procedure to surpass yourself.
Running away. Great is the love in which one is already before, that word arrived. Alone and out of the Nothing. And it felt like someone was wiping you with love a strand of the face. It is something like hope, to hold on, they are like invisible wings that carry me to be loved, in some ways dark, in secrets and between the shadow and the soul.
I keep my wishes until my hand reaches out, from what I dream.
There is always the game with the Fire and Ice, the pros and cons, the nothing and the universal, the sound and the word, and who is the love of destiny. He wants to keep his hands off the fate to play others! There are people who fool themselves. To have a clue without having ever seen them before in life.
They think they have been in places, think they are almost enigmatic, and imagine the suffering of the world, to know one's own body. But they are consciousness isolated from reality.
They are real people in their midst illusion. This happens so strongly in their perception that they really believe their dream.
They don't encounter in life with relationships.
The potion of oblivion is pursued by migraine and the certainly, there will still be people who do not love or can hurt the other.
They believe in one place, where milk and honey flow. They do not allow to be recognized, that friends, in whose eyes they are looking, may be watching, those who beat a knife into their bodies once.
Their urge, survival instinct, intelligent use to enforce themself in a hostile world doesn't work. They do not feel any physical momentum or any incentive to make plans or to pursue a specific goal.
It is like the example of actually beloved children of good home, which were spoiled so that they learned it, the easiest and most comfortable way to go, more on edge of everything that is called a true world. They live in no world, in which you have to assert oneself, take exams, for goals, works, revises opinions, educates, work colleagues and classmates and also your friends. In this constellation is Man moves in the midst of a community and is always evolving. Such people live in the so called 'Integrated society', as privileged children by profession, who enter after school in the parents' businesses and continue in line for a career.
They cruise companies, but understand little about real life.
That states stand a minimal number of rich, with their financial livelihood against the many millions poor. These fine people, all one common represent the human family, they leave the path, which actually means to be there as friends for each other.
Some days, they want to open your eyes. They just want to make you believe something.
I have experienced enough physical and mental power in my family to know that I was hunted out of their association.
Maybe through a small mistake a girl is in young and thus deviate from the course. If she is intelligent and everything else is okay with her, then she needs real friends, a new home as far away as possible and a strong will to help it mentally, soon afterwards would go completely well again.
So I say today, I am a gray witch and I will forever be. In the balance of both sources in me. I am not black, not white. I go in the dark and go through the light. I do not want pain and I am pure feeling.
But I do not make mistakes and do what I have to.
Watch out for my words, I'll give you the view. Because I'm gray, I am combative and I will fight what the view wants to ban!
Another person I note, that he has to suffer, because he is being whipped by his parents, he is not sufficiently able to survive, this person I always say this -
'Be who you are. There is no need to worry about that shear as the other one might think about it! You have your way.
I have my way, the right way. For another, it may not be correct, but that is one way, it does not exist. '
There are many ways to get together to reach society. The question for everyone is what is his engagement?
I consist of so many pages of unknown poems and feel to be touched by a thousand places in the world. It turns out who's just coming and walking easily, or how much humor he has.
In short, to promise love just to yourself means depriving others' future, even in the present!
It's better to do everything than start to rust!
Art has always been the survival strategy. If you go to what is born, you always know what you're doing, even the wolves own longing and they have a howl. I do not trust a word of fidelity to him who misjudged himself, to revile my most faithful heart and yet continue to love.
It hurt me that I am hopelessly trapped in a life without a partner, like such a story, I don't want to believe.
When days have to pass, like clouds, thoughts, noises and feelings, becomes clear that none held my hands.
People all have their own perception. Their vision becomes clear when they look into their own hearts, who wake up and see, what it looks inside.
I know how I want to participate, but I do see what I want to see. I play, the wind given to me, repealed just my own veil of ignorance.
How does a new generation assert itself? What can you do in this World, what did not exist, is it just to intellectual property to enrich our species? None of us really changes with time. We become more fully what we are. We are magical secrets of our life. Doers and believers of our possibilities inside and outside the height the love. There is no word for art. We say it is something out reality, transferred to the unreal.
I am an owl ... a happy owl.
In which place in the world man could survive, but he never learned to change his mind ten more times, to become honest?
Have a glass of red with me, just let the water stand and make us a nest, put two small eggs in it. I do not just want to wait, my missing chief so far away. Life is not about waiting, while giving in to the storm. To let the rain pass and to forgive himself ...
I do not act in life as if I was just a small number.
I tell the human - 'See yourself in ecstasy, that's what you're into whole universe, nothing else was left to us! '
I swam out from the deep, asserting my self until the conventions and wannabe pious and orthodox in front of me - wanted the distance!
I gave birth from the middle of the earth. The weight of her lap lifted me out. I left them in their attraction to release the pressure for fear of my wishes until I flew again. Why do most people always have to be the biggest?
They will not. You just have to stop, always to want to be another!
The farther you look in the world, the more you see yourself.
The deeper you see in yourself, the more You see the world.
Do not search, but see!
I have lived my life with the intention of being natural. Beauty in the world is honesty and moral truth.
For all beauty, truth is contained. I was never the sort of human in the way that I was to please. Who said nobody should fight for themselves? He wants it too, restless and have no inner peace.
And who created peace would not find it, because you would not find anyone who followed you. So you better teach the other, to live easier on earth.
I once sat alone in a valley at the beginning of day on a meadow.
I saw life as through a fog, like a pale shroud, its dissolution and just staring up the time. That new morning told me, I had to fight my happiness. That's why I decided the engine to throw on and give the way no end. I almost drove that sun, to follow my own ideas and this I never gave up.
I knew that if ghosts were not uncommon, it was inevitable that these did not disturb at present.
Over the years, you left many spirits go. The nights were cold at a young age appeared, I had my song, that gave the tongue for my word, and flakes fell in winter, heavy winds. I kept my ship at sea until one day I would find calm water again. The summers were short, followed winter in a high-cold blow, sun stood low and short days sprayed me the waters of the seas in the face. The wind howled in the night. I did not really love on that way on the road.
A wolf would share his opinion at the sight of sheep, he would not fall asleep one more night, before he took it.
I knew that I was strange among wolves a sheep. I jumped like a deer, climbed mountains, sometimes puked me through nights, braided me bands in the hair and flew singing my song into my irreversible universe that meant my life.
Lovers were not friends for me.
A lovers ego was the only known life form they knew, their preferred eating was the own feces. I did not find that pleasing.
So I thought the paradox of this excellence was the will to succeed to outperform, where those succeeded, to join them and to compare. I realized the limitations of imagination, were not the limits of my consciousness, and this did not correspond to reality.