very old text about my favourite feeling

Ich laufe über den alten Dielenboden in meiner Wohnung. Stille.. Lange schaue ich mir die Bilder im Flur an.. Mich durchfährt ein Gefühl, welches ich nicht bestimmen kann, man nicht bestimmen kann. Ich bin plötzlich wieder am Strand, laufe im Wasser dem Sonnenaufgang entgegen. Steine unter meinen Füßen, pieksend und glitschig. Das Wasser ist kalt und eine Gänsehaut läuft mir die Beine hinauf. Auf irgendeinem Bild bin ich mit dir zu sehen. Arm in Arm auf einem schneebedeckten Berg. Unser Blick geht in die Unendlichkeit...Daneben steht ein Bild auf der Kommode. Es sind zwei Koffer zu sehen. Einer ist über und über mit bunten Bildern beklebt. Und plötzlich fällt mir eine Beschreibung für das Gefühl in mir ein. Fernweh…Ich will wieder in die Unendlichkeit schauen und dieses besondere Gefühl in mir spüren, woanders aber trotzdem zu Hause zu sein.

I like this text very much..I have written it when I had itchy feed. So I am going to plan to travel a lot after my A-levels in April. I am very looking forward that!!! Actually, I can't wait :)
Anyway, this night I am going clubbing with some good friends. We'll paint the town red, I think...Especially after this very stressful day ( I had to write my first test at Chemistry and I felt like: Omg, I didn't do anything..How can I survive?!), but I'd made it, so I am going to celebrate that :D no, just kidding...but, however, this is one of the rare evenings where I can go clubbing, because school is already very hard and it's going to be harder...
But at this moment I am laughing and happy and giggling and having a wonderful tingling feeling in my stomach, so
GOOD NIGHT AND HAVE A WONDERFUL EVENING! GO AND PAINT THE WORLD RED!

I just wonder about fairytales

Am Ende der Straße wirst du finden, wonach du dich sehnst...
Deine Maske, sie wird fall und und du wirst sein wie du bist. So wie du in Wirklichkeit bist , wonach du dich die ganzen Jahre gesehnt hast.
Die ganzen Jahre in denen du eine Maske aufgezogen hast, um zu leben. Um Freunde zu finden.
Niemand ist deine Maske aufgefallen. Niemand. Nur wenn du alleine im Bett lagst, hast du deine Maske abgenommen. Im Dunkeln, damit es niemand sieht, wie du sie absetzt und in den Tiefen der wunderschönen Erinnerungen an dein früheres Ich versinkst.
Deswegen trägst auf der Straße des Lebens diese Maske, um deine Sehnsucht zu überdecken. Sehnsucht, die dich vollkommen ausfüllt und dich schwer atmen lässt. Sehnsucht nach der Zeit ohne Maske...
Und nachts bist du am Ende dieser Straße und findest, wonach du dich sehnst.
(written by me)

This is the most beautiful soundtrack I've ever heard. Do you already watch this movie? I haven't seen this movie, yet. But I adore the film's soundtrack so I probably gonna watch it this week.

GOOD NIGHT EVERYONE AND LISTEN TO THE SOUNDTRACK; I'S AMAZING
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J2t-vquuT7k&feature=endscreen&NR=1

it's for you, Mr. Universe

He wasn't in a mood for going to this party, actually. He wasn't in the mood for smalltalk with strangers, much alcohol, bitches..but principally not meeting bitches and feeling their superficiality. He wasn't that kind of man who wants to be in the thick of things. No, not at all...
But something said him, that he should go to this party, he has no idea what, maybe kind of a feeling in his stomach. Anyway, he went with some friends to this party. He already felt the bass in the hallway, fluttery in his stomach, a tingling feeling. A good feeling, anyway actually. In the flat were so many peoples, young and some of them were very beautiful, but he already felt lonely when he opened the door. Maybe he felt lonely, because non of these were like him? He really live in a different world, not a odd world, but a different world...he got his camera out of his bag and started to took pictures. That nuts to him! Everybody will see his so beautiful pictures at Monday morning at school. Colourful pictures, full of feelings and magic.
Click, he pressed his finger on the release. Click, a magical sound for him which he could hear in the booming of the bass. He passed dancing people with good looking hairdos, flying while dancing. In the light they are blue, sometimes green and yellow. So many coloures...shooing eyes, looking at him, big in the dizzy light, sometimes they didn't match to the bodies. He didn't notice nobody, even when women try to flirt with him. He is at his own world with his camera. There's no booming bass, only shadows of the dancing people, reflection of the lights...He seemed to fly, a dancing fly on the vibrant floor. His heart beat on its own, constantly. There was the moment when he sat down on the wooden floor, full of happiness.
Anytime someone touched him at his shoulder. Suddenly he felt out of his world. The bass was to loud. There is to much smoke in the room.
He blinked, because the light is to bright for his eyes. Then he moved. He only saw brown eyes with sparkle of green. It was like a thunder which beat into something. Actually it wasn't, but his feeling was exactly like that.
I saw you taking pictures...He wondered about her. Did she observe him?
She fascinated him, because she was different, wearing red trousers.
May I see your pcitures? So, she wasn't at his school.
She might saw him really in his way. Beautiful on his own way.
She gave him a little notice and smiled, while dancing away...He looked on this notice and smiled, too.
"Noah Summer", he whispered.

last day without school

This is my last day without school, so I slept a last time very long and had breakfast at our garden in the sunshine...just a I-want-to-have-always-sunshine-and-a-nice-cereal-breakfast (honestly, I want to marry cereals - I love them so much!).
Anyway (sorry, I am talking about rubbish) I cicled to a flea market in the early afternoon to have a look at. First it was very boring, because there were only stalls with awful clothes or pcitures and kitchen stuff, but then I discoverd these very beautiful earrings with feathers:



So, now I am going to relax a bit before I have to go to bed, because I must awake at 6 a.m. for school..aah, what a great last day <3

I hope you are going to have a nice day tomorrow with much sun and nice guys around you :)

sleep well

What do you think about lesbian and gay people?

I chatted with a very good friend of mine and wonder about lesbian and gay people..In general I am not a person who make a big problem of gay and lesbians, because this good friend is a lesbian. I accepted that fact from the beginning of our friendship. Okay, when she makes out with her girlfriend I am little bit like "oh, I haven't expect this actually, but it's okay anyway".
I wish that everybody outthere would accept this,because that's how the world goes...But there are too many people who not.
So I wonder why they couldn't accept sexuality?! What is the problem?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jRUk7FGALw8&list=UUnUmYlfn7p1tZp6MNyKVv6w&index=40&feature=plcp

How do you feel, when you have to flee?

This morning I stayed very long in my cozy, warm bed, because I went out yesterday with my best friend and we had a long amazing evening, so I slept long till the sun woke me up...then I checked out the new "NEON"-magazine(a magazine about everything in life for students--> very cool and funny, sometimes :)) and light on a text about Syria...
You might know that, there was a revolution in Syria and people had to fled to Turkey. Actually, the text wasn't about the revolution but about the people, who had to fled! I think, it is very important for us, to know how people are and what they want...not only for helping, but also for telling the world what's going on.
I am very sorry, but I have to post the text about the feelings of a ten-year-old girl, who had to fled to Turkey in german. I think its easy to understand, so maybe you can read the text, though?!

Auf dem Umschlag: "ich hoffe, dass meine Zunger spricht."
"Die Freiheit ruft. Die Bedeutung von Freiheit ist klein und einfach. Sie gehört den Menschen, die Menschen haben ein Recht auf Freiheit...Wir sind aus unserem land verstopen worden, aus einem kleinen Zimmer, in dem ich alle Wärme und Sicherheit dieser Welt fühlte. Sie sind gegen uns mit Panzern, Bomben und Kugeln vorgegangen, haben nicht zwischen Jung und Alt unterschieden.
Nicht mal kleine Kinder blieben verschont.
Wir sind in einem Zustand des Horrors und der Angst geflohen, extremer Angst. Während ich rannte, schaute ich, was hinter mir passierte und was diese Menschen taten, diese schrecklichen Menschen...
Der Preis der Freiheit ist gestiegen. Blut wurde vergossen. hunderte Menschen wurden getötet und verletzt, und Menschenteile wurden hier und da verstreut, alles für dieses kleine Wort- FREIHEIT.
Ich wusste nicht, dass fern von meinem Land zu leben so schwer ist, aber so Gott will, wird er (Assad) gestürtzt. Ich werde diese Tage, die wir durchlebt haben, mit aller Verzweiflung und Traurigkeit nie vergessen.
Ich bin ein Mädchen von vielen. Ich bin zehn Jahre alt.