eine Rakete und Marianne, die Königin des Waldes, Hedera, Mamamia!-Musical-überrascht, Leserbriefautorin, Statistin, verliebt, Frasier-Fanatikerin, Kopfknackerin (Aber wehe, das macht jemand anders!), ab und zu launisch, eine Mit-Absicht-Falschversteherin wenn ich stinkig bin
Früher dachte ich
Wenn ich 18 bin, kann ich auch machen was ich will
Heute weiß ich Auch mit 18 ist nichts anders. Die selben Pflichten, weniger Rechte.
Dieses Land braucht
Wärme im Herzen, mehr Kunstplatten. Gutenachtgeschichten vorgelesen von Sarah Kuttner.
Dieses Land braucht nicht Gülcan auf Viva, Klingeltonwerbung
Das Gute am Erwachsenwerden ist
Das Schlechte am Erwachsenwerden ist Erwachsen werden. Verantwortung übernehmen.
Silvia Plath - Mirror
I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see, I swallow immediately.
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike
I am not cruel, only truthful –
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is a part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.
Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me.
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.
And even though the moment passed me by I still can't turn away Cause all the dreams you never thought you'd lose Got tossed along the way And letters that you never meant to send Get lost or thrown away And now we're grown up orphans That never knew their names We don't belong to no one That's a shame But if you could hide beside me Maybe for a while And I won't tell no one your name And I won't tell em your name Scars are souvenirs you never lose The past is never far Did you lose yourself somewhere out there Did you get to be a star And don't it make you sad to know that life Is more than who we are You grew up way too fast And now there's nothing to believe And reruns all become our history A tired song keeps playing on a tired radio And I won't tell no one your name And I won't tell em your name I think about you all the time But I don't need the same It's lonely where you are come back down And I won't tell em your name Goo Goo Dolls - Name
Sterben wird das Letzte sein, was ich tue.