Mittwoch, 20. Juli 2016

Thomas Feiner - Many Names




Allies
And friends
You sure travelled
By many roads

Bastards
And foes
You sure travelled
By many names

Brand me love
Scar me life
The sun goes down
For everyone
The sun sets on everyone

Blessings turned beasts
Left me careless
And unaware

Curses turned gifts
I was struck down
But I could rise

Scar me life
The sun goes down
For everyone
The sun sets on everyone.


I woke up as the sun was reddening; and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn't know who I was - I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room I'd never seen, hearing the hiss of steam outside, and the creak of the old wood of the hotel, and footsteps upstairs, and all the sad sounds, and I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn't know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds. I wasn't scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost.”


  -      Jack Kerouac, On the Road    



Montag, 11. Juli 2016




People with dark souls have nothing but dark dreams.
People with really dark souls do nothing but dream. 

Haruki Murakami