30/40

So barg ich die Geheimnisse der Liebe,
    daß meine Lippe selbst
Niemals erfahren hatte, wessen Namen
    ich auf der Zunge trug.

Abu Talib Kalim, gest. 1651
aus dem Persischen von Annemarie Schimmel, 1978
aus: Gold auf Lapislazuli (Claudia Ott)


King vs. Devil: Welchen Wolf du fütterst…


Adele vs. Linkin Park: Set fire to the rain vs. Burning down

als die Flut ein Segel schenkte…

Sonnenaufgang

„We both had done the math, and Kelly added it all up. She knews she had to let me go. I added it up, knew that I‘d lost her. Cos I was never gonna get off that island. I was gonna die there, totally alone. I mean, I was gonna get sick or I was gonna get injured or something.
The only choice I had, the only thing I could control was when and how and where that was gonna happen. So, I made a rope. And I went up to the summit to hang myself. But I had to test it, you know? Of course. You know me. And the weight of the log snapped the limb of the tree. So I couldn’t even kill myself the way I wanted to. I had power over nothing.
And that’s when this came over me like a warm blanket. I knew, somehow that I had to stay alive. Somehow. I had to keep breathing, even though there was no reason to hope. And all my logic said that I would never see this place again. So that’s what I did. I stayed alive. I kept breathing. Then one day that logic was proven all wrong, because the tide came in, gave me a sail. And now, here I am. I‘m back… in Memphis, talking to you. I have ice in my glass. And I‘ve lost her all over again. I‘m so sad that I don’t have Kelly. But I‘m so gratful that she was with me on that island. And I know what I have to do now. I gotta keep breathing. Because tomorrow, the sun will rise. Who knows what the tide could bring?“
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kicking thing called Love

I thougt, I was on my way and did things right, but then it kicked me – again, and again. I was not sure, if I kicked it before and if I had a choice to kick it or to kick it not. I only tried to be honest (especially with myself), but it kicked me – again and again. Then, when I looked back, it showed me things I did not right and times when I was not trusting in it (also in myself). I tried to do it better next time, but again it kicked me. Weiterlesen

Noch ein Engel

Sie hatten sich lange nicht mehr gesehen, als sich an diesem Abend plötzlich ihre Blicke trafen. Niemandem von beiden war mehr klar, wer überhaupt für was noch die Verantwortung zu tragen hatte. Soviel hatte zwischen ihnen gestanden, soviel war ungesagt geblieben. Doch in diesem Moment erstarrte das Leben. Es ging nur noch um sie beide.
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Für dich!

Ein Genie verabschiedet (Gabriel García Márquez)

Wenn für einen Augenblick Gott vergessen würde,
dass ich eine Stoffmarionette bin und er mir noch einen Fetzen Leben schenken würde:
die Zeit würde ich intensiver ausnutzen.
Sehr wahrscheinlich würde ich nicht alles sagen,
was ich denke, aber ich würde überlegen, was ich sage.

Ich würde weniger schlafen, ich würde mehr träumen,
denn für jede Minute, in der wir die Augen schließen, verlieren wir sechzig Sekunden Licht.
Ich würde gehen, wenn andere stehen bleiben,
und aufwachen, wenn andere schlafen. Weiterlesen