… if love lives inside.
Love is a place I´m dreaming of.
Love is a place I dream of
A face that never leaves my mind
Sorrow is over my shoulder
But it’s over
Someday I will cross the world for you
No matter how far
Just to be there
Someday I will hold you in my arms
So special you are
Wait and see my love, set you free
There is a man in the station who has to catch the next train home.
There is nothing else he can do.
Everything she can do is gazing after the train with her eyes and with her heart.
Because I love you so fucking much, baby.
Maybe this old man looks at the docks, the place where he worked his whole life, but not anymore. He remembers stories that happened long ago; work-mates, are they still there? Memories of this old man…
The old times, when rivers flow in the nature, not restricted by concrete. Children laughed, parents relaxed… old times…
Do you remember the pair of swans and our hide and seek games in the close forest?
Sometimes you feel blue, because you are alone…
or because you feel old…
or because you are alone and old…
or because you have to leave…
or because there is nobody there when you come back home…
or because your friends leave.
Have faith in life, after some time life will be shiny again and you will meet wonderful people. They are around you, somtimes far away, but when the time has came, you will meet them. Believe me.
Although we all know that getting older is a privilege, nobody wants to get older.
Maybe because we don´t know, how it will be, how we will be.
Will we be alone…
or a couple?
We should try to enjoy all the good things in life! Especially the small ones. Beeing young or old.
To me “old” is always 15 years older than I am. ;-).
Alone on the road, fighting the forces of nature.
No taxi in sight.
She has to take the long way home by feet.
I love snow, especially through a window, while I´m under a blanket , drinking a hot chocolate.
I always wonder how such a shallow dike prevents the drowning of the hinterlands.
It is a great place to walk and to ride a bicycle (please note the different ways 😉 )
It´s wonderful to enjoy the landscape and the clean air, especially if you are tired of the city.
The country is so flat, you can see who you will meet in the next hour ;-).
…without them you are nothing!
Sometimes walking in the wrong direction is right …
…sometimes it is better to walk in the given direction.
How can I go forward when I don’t know which way I’m facing? How?
Will they ever meet? Will we ever meet?
Maybe not my best triptych but the best thing that ever happened to me :-).
Music was my first love….
…and it will be my last.