in the middle of nothing, out of the blue my life went to pieces.
it was all about love, all about connecting, swinging and flying together.
and after years of trying many times - different ladies, same old story -
I finally had this ultimate feeling of having found my love: the one and only I could connect,
I could show my true self, make a beautiful room for her in my inner space,
the one who thrilled me and where she and me would be floating guided by true love.
well, that was how I felt:

to this song:

Time takes its crazy toll
and how does your mirror grow
you better watch yourself when you jump into it
'cause the mirror's gonna steal your soul

I wonder how it came to be my friend
that someone just like you has come again
you'll never, never know how close you came
until you fall in love with the diamond rain

throw all his trash away
look out he's here to stay
your mirror's gonna crack when he breaks into it
and you'll never never be the same

look into his eyes and you can see
why all the little kids are dressed in dreams
I wonder how he's gonna make it back
when he sees that you just know it's make-belief

blood crystalized as sand
and now I hope you'll understand
you reflected into his looking glass soul
and now the mirror is your only friend

look into his eyes and you will see
that men are not alone on the diamond sea
sail into the heart of the lonely storm
and tell her that you'll love her eternally

time takes its crazy toll
mirror fallin' off the wall
you better look out for the looking glass girl
'cause she's gonna take you for a fall

look into his eyes and you shall see
why everything is quiet and nothing's free
I wonder how he's gonna make her smile
when love is running wild on the diamond sea

(Sonic Youth - The Diamond Sea)

~~*

... happens a bit too often in these days ...

Le vent nous portera - Noir Desir

Je n'ai pas peur de la route
Faudrait voir, faut qu'on y goûte
Des méandres au creux des reins
Et tout ira bien là
Le vent nous portera

Ton message à la Grande Ourse
Et la trajectoire de la course
Un instantané de velours
Même s'il ne sert à rien va
Le vent l'emportera
Tout disparaîtra mais
Le vent nous portera

La caresse et la mitraille
Et cette plaie qui nous tiraille
Le palais des autres jours
D'hier et demain
Le vent les portera

Génetique en bandouillère
Des chromosomes dans l'atmosphère
Des taxis pour les galaxies
Et mon tapis volant dis ?
Le vent l'emportera
Tout disparaîtra mais
Le vent nous portera

Ce parfum de nos années mortes
Ce qui peut frapper à ta porte
Infinité de destins
On en pose un et qu'est-ce qu'on en retient?
Le vent l'emportera

Pendant que la marée monte
Et que chacun refait ses comptes
J'emmène au creux de mon ombre
Des poussières de toi
Le vent les portera
Tout disparaîtra mais
Le vent nous portera


Der Wind wird uns tragen

Ich fürchte mich nicht vor dem Weg
Man muss nur hinsehen und geniessen
Jede Biegung, jede Windung
Und alles wird gut
Der Wind wird uns tragen

Deine Botschaft an den Grossen Bär
Und der Lauf der Dinge
Eine sanfte Momentaufnahme
Auch wenn es nichts bringt

Der Wind wird es davontragen
Alles wird verschwinden
Der Wind wird uns tragen

Die Liebe und die Hiebe,
Die Wunden, die uns quälen
Die Freuden früherer Tage
Von gestern und von morgen
Der Wind wird uns tragen

Die Gene über die Schulter gehängt
Die Chromosome in der Atmosphäre
Die Taxis zu den Galaxien
Und mein fliegender Teppich
Der Wind wird es davontragen
Alles wird verschwinden
Der Wind wird uns tragen

Der Duft unserer verlorenen Jahre
Eine Unmenge von Schicksalen
Die an deine Tür klopfen könnten
Man schreibt es zwar hin, aber was bleibt davon übrig?
Der Wind wird es davontragen

Während die Gezeiten steigen
Und jeder nochmals Bilanz zieht
In meinem hohlen Schatten
Nehme ich Staubteile von dir mit
Der Wind wird uns tragen

Never give all the heart for love.
Will hardenly seem worth living of
To passionate women if it seem
Certain, and they never dream
That it fades out from kiss to kiss,
For everything that is lovely is
But a brief, dreamy kind delight.
O never give the heart outright,
For they, for all smooth lips can say
Have given their hearts up to the play.
And who could play it well enough
If deaf and dumb and blind with love?
He that made this knows all the cost
For he gave all his heart and lost.

William Butler Yeats

(emotional rescue loose ongoing series vol.7)

wish you
all things to all men


at the end we'll all end up at Wounded Knee, alive and kicking!
*bt

it has been way too long but now it's done - I won't be a
sinnerman anymore, never again - or I'll perish forever! *bt

Et Paris qui bat la mesure
Paris qui mesure notre émoi
Et Paris qui bat la mesure
Nous fredonne, fredonne déjà...



back on Sunday!
*bt

that's what he did for his that's what i'm doing for my life:
seeefeeelheeearmaybeeeunderstaaandmeee?