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Thursday, 3 November 2016

Black and White and Berlin...

Music while you read [optional]: Someone To Stay by Vancouver Sleep Clinic
time spent at the table. 
it moves in a circle.


i was watching from the window.


That's Mr Davis.


holding it... together.

That's Mr Sim.

T H E.
I thought they were right when they sang =the end has no end= but now i know it does. 

humans of berlin.

the b side of Mr and Mrs Sim.
mmmm...old stuff.

it's easy to fall behind.

selfie.

i don't own a phone...

that street, nothing much happened. i liked it. 

Sunday, 23 October 2016

when prague was my playground...

Music while you read: Maps by Keaton Henson

 watching the making of a generous lady.

 first thing.

he was playing that machine in the church. 
i could see it, but not him.

today if you hear His voice, do not harden your heart. 



 he wanted to feed them.


 sani. gelato.

a common view at the time. 

 i really like Prague. 

we were all waiting. he kept smiling at me.


Augustin is a musician that grow up in a castle. In my book he drew a map on how to get there...i followed the map.

 everyone is going somewhere.

  down a road i'd never been. 

= foxes have holes and birds have nests... =



he was friendly and he wanted it all. 

always the ocean, always.


a place for the artist in you

like i hold on to you




Sunday, 16 October 2016

the light i found near kelsterbach

 help my bones
 
 = it might be over soon =
 
 and i lift my eyes to where my help comes from



my favorite alone experience. 





 
 
    the light i found near kelsterbach.


adoption.
 

= turning to waltz, hold high in the lowlands =

Thursday, 6 October 2016

hello amsterdam

Music while you read: Elegy by Leif Vollebekk

= i'll be looking through your eyes =

can you see us?
14 is just another number now.




look at the birds of the air...


there was so much going on.

i found the flowers in the rubbish bin. 

only black outline,
colour me in sweet dreamer.
rugged sky,
cherry pie,
you laying by my side.
there is no end in you and i...

i am turned again to clay.

x marks the spot
 


the days have no numbers.

texture.

heaven is watching.