tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54337309872695338602011-11-28T20:41:46.437-08:00elahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03660540885774835105noreply@blogger.comBlogger201100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433730987269533860.post-38002615230705128432011-08-08T11:04:00.000-07:002011-08-08T11:05:17.005-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jmXcoP0bYGI/TkAlU6KFZSI/AAAAAAAAB-4/vSP09kp0EQs/s1600/bilder-verzerren.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jmXcoP0bYGI/TkAlU6KFZSI/AAAAAAAAB-4/vSP09kp0EQs/s320/bilder-verzerren.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638547774607025442" /></a> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />bilder reisZen <br />flattern funkend <br />mir vor aug <br /> <br />realität verZZert <br />hinterrücksZ gehängt <br />mein aug in takt&Los <br /> <br />ich souffliere den tränen <br />meiner trauigkeit <br />ZeitLupe von mir weG <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433730987269533860-3800261523070512843?l=elastexte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03660540885774835105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433730987269533860.post-73326465721769692382009-10-15T23:00:00.001-07:002009-10-15T23:02:21.452-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_H1h0ZI2M/StgMHWwnApI/AAAAAAAABag/5wzFDoeLKg0/s1600-h/15.10.09-neulich-aus-dem-ta.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_H1h0ZI2M/StgMHWwnApI/AAAAAAAABag/5wzFDoeLKg0/s320/15.10.09-neulich-aus-dem-ta.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393073874284249746" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />aus dem tagebuch einer reisenden<br /><br /><br />bittersüßes lachen<br />legte ab<br /><br />unverdaut<br />durch den raum<br /><br />rauben sinne & verstand<br /><br />zügeln lippen<br /><br />illusionen körper<br />reaktionen<br /><br />lügen fügen<br />& augen nur noch<br />soufflieren<br /><br />scharfe messer<br />fragen & plagen<br /><br />träume<br />durch räume<br /><br />ernähren & entziehen<br />pulverisieren worte<br /><br /><br />spotten ohren<br />ortverloren<br /><br />Neulich<br /><br />als die lenden vribrierten<br />die zunge spuckte<br />die augen zuckten<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433730987269533860-7332646572176969238?l=elastexte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03660540885774835105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433730987269533860.post-14995574765806604262009-10-15T22:57:00.000-07:002009-10-15T22:59:25.043-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_H1h0ZI2M/StgLsqBxISI/AAAAAAAABaY/s74f3wfnSQg/s1600-h/juli-09.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_H1h0ZI2M/StgLsqBxISI/AAAAAAAABaY/s74f3wfnSQg/s320/juli-09.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393073415600021794" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />aus dem tagebuch eines spazierganges…….<br /><br /><br />oh sorry,<br /><br />ich wollte nicht lauschen<br /><br />es ist nur erwachtes<br /><br />ich muss heute unbedingt noch blumen gießen<br /><br />sinnverlorendes<br /><br />ohrabwärts spottet<br /><br />meine mutter wollte heute noch vorbei kommen<br /><br />wundreich brennt<br /><br />eine innerleere<br /><br />wendigkeit<br /><br />bendigkeit<br /><br />die marianne war heute beim arzt die arme<br /><br />geplausche<br /><br />zertrümmern<br /><br />mit vergessen<br /><br />mein wellensittisch ist letzte woche gestorben<br /><br />oh sorry,<br /><br />ich wollte nicht floppen<br /><br />ungesagtes<br /><br />und nie erfragtes<br /><br />betrügen<br /><br />das schwüle wetter macht mich fertig<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433730987269533860-1499557476580660426?l=elastexte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03660540885774835105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433730987269533860.post-33484565545141655722008-06-19T22:28:00.001-07:002008-12-09T02:10:28.899-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_H1h0ZI2M/SFtAEv5QLRI/AAAAAAAAAo0/fkRT7tc2Lss/s1600-h/l_gen-weben-spinnenschnell.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_H1h0ZI2M/SFtAEv5QLRI/AAAAAAAAAo0/fkRT7tc2Lss/s320/l_gen-weben-spinnenschnell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213831443931737362" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />weben lügen<br />spinnenschnell<br />lügen weben<br />spinnenschnell<br />spinnenfertig<br />klebrig<br />zögernd<br />wortverspielte <br />impressionen<br />zögern <br />wartend<br />spinnengleich<br />worte spinnen netze<br />spinnensprünge<br />spinnengleich<br />sinn.vergessen<br />wort.vergessen<br />klagen klebrig klagend<br />spinnenschnell<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433730987269533860-3348456554514165572?l=elastexte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03660540885774835105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433730987269533860.post-33769112866004208112008-06-06T00:23:00.001-07:002008-12-09T02:10:29.126-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_H1h0ZI2M/SEjmAdIGOzI/AAAAAAAAAjI/yZ9_jZOX6co/s1600-h/leise-spielt-die-symphonie.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_H1h0ZI2M/SEjmAdIGOzI/AAAAAAAAAjI/yZ9_jZOX6co/s320/leise-spielt-die-symphonie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208665864546958130" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">der klang der nacht </p> <p class="MsoNormal">leckt mein zartes verlangen</p> <p class="MsoNormal">ich frage nicht nach dem sinn</p> <p class="MsoNormal">unverzagt</p> <p class="MsoNormal">folge ich den klängen</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">meine hände malen orte</p> <p class="MsoNormal">die mauern durchbrechen</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">mich stachelt die lust</p> <p class="MsoNormal">und leise spielt die symphonie</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">gespielt und ohne sinn getrieben</p> <p class="MsoNormal">zu vieles erscheint gespielt</p> <p class="MsoNormal">verwortet</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">ich folge nur der spur</p> <p class="MsoNormal">vom anfang bis zum ende</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">es ist die lust</p> <p class="MsoNormal">das sinnliche verlangen</p> <p class="MsoNormal">durst nach luft und lust</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">so wage ich mutig</p> <p class="MsoNormal">all die schönen worte</p><p class="MsoNormal">zu sagen<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">die mir manchmal wie ein verschleiß </p> <p class="MsoNormal">vorkommen</p> <p class="MsoNormal">ohne tadel</p> <p class="MsoNormal">nichts wagen ohne taten</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p>ich will keine rosen <p class="MsoNormal">ohne dornen</p><p class="MsoNormal">mir mundet es nach der</p><p class="MsoNormal"> wilde rosenhecke</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433730987269533860-3376911286600420811?l=elastexte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03660540885774835105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433730987269533860.post-79858350480999628882008-06-05T03:36:00.001-07:002008-12-09T02:10:29.270-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_H1h0ZI2M/SEfBwK1E5DI/AAAAAAAAAi4/aRYvcHRMjeY/s1600-h/hinter-den-augapfel-neu.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_H1h0ZI2M/SEfBwK1E5DI/AAAAAAAAAi4/aRYvcHRMjeY/s320/hinter-den-augapfel-neu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208344527362122802" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433730987269533860-7985835048099962888?l=elastexte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03660540885774835105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433730987269533860.post-28391542224687011352008-06-05T03:34:00.000-07:002008-12-09T02:10:29.516-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_H1h0ZI2M/SEfBWlUIuiI/AAAAAAAAAiw/G7T_Irthrm8/s1600-h/f%C3%BCr-dich-f%C3%BCr-mich.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_H1h0ZI2M/SEfBWlUIuiI/AAAAAAAAAiw/G7T_Irthrm8/s320/f%C3%BCr-dich-f%C3%BCr-mich.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208344087795120674" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"> tanzen will ich mit dir<br />flügelflattern durch die lüfte<br />gelöst entrückt durch zeit und raum<br /><br />schreien laut<br />im sing sang klang<br /><br />unsere leiber<br />im winde sich winden<br />einander sich finden<br /><br />im sing sang klang<br />gelüstergesang </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433730987269533860-2839154222468701135?l=elastexte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03660540885774835105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433730987269533860.post-37300082975679265892008-06-05T03:32:00.001-07:002008-12-09T02:10:29.669-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_H1h0ZI2M/SEfA5SAb9zI/AAAAAAAAAio/wecMZGgyE7w/s1600-h/ich-hatte-einen-traum.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_H1h0ZI2M/SEfA5SAb9zI/AAAAAAAAAio/wecMZGgyE7w/s320/ich-hatte-einen-traum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208343584396015410" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Ich hatte einen tRaum<br /><br />Ge.Danklen verloren<br />hinter lassen spUren<br />im neBel<br />einGeklemmt in<br />fluchtGedanken<br /><br />zwischen tage und nächte<br />gefangen<br />in reaktionen<br /><br />von buchstaben <br />und worten <br />und sätzen <br />sinnlosem geplapper <br />überflutende bilDer<br />und fixierUngen <br /><br />ich weckte reptillien <br />in meinen bauch<br />und schwebte <br />durch den raum<br />und tanzte saBa<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433730987269533860-3730008297567926589?l=elastexte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03660540885774835105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433730987269533860.post-64925363931798692292008-06-05T03:29:00.000-07:002008-12-09T02:10:29.796-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_H1h0ZI2M/SEfAYlyKXZI/AAAAAAAAAig/75YyEFJmkaQ/s1600-h/wir.lich.keiten.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_H1h0ZI2M/SEfAYlyKXZI/AAAAAAAAAig/75YyEFJmkaQ/s320/wir.lich.keiten.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208343022769167762" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433730987269533860-6492536393179869229?l=elastexte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03660540885774835105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433730987269533860.post-36918625704204211572008-06-05T03:26:00.000-07:002008-12-09T02:10:29.941-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_H1h0ZI2M/SEe_kTFu6DI/AAAAAAAAAiY/-YTAhXamSyY/s1600-h/ich-will-sie-nicht-.....jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_H1h0ZI2M/SEe_kTFu6DI/AAAAAAAAAiY/-YTAhXamSyY/s320/ich-will-sie-nicht-.....jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208342124397783090" border="0" /></a><br /><br /> <p class="MsoNormal">ich will sie nicht sehen<br />die bilder<br /><br /><br /><br />verklärte blicke<br />trüben das bild<br />des augenblickes<br /><br />ich lauf<br />lauf<br />lauf<br /><br />vergessen</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433730987269533860-3691862570420421157?l=elastexte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03660540885774835105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433730987269533860.post-2255956079952514752008-06-05T03:25:00.000-07:002008-12-09T02:10:30.194-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_H1h0ZI2M/SEe_TNBzqfI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/ZzONYvnIvAM/s1600-h/paradoxon-_.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_H1h0ZI2M/SEe_TNBzqfI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/ZzONYvnIvAM/s320/paradoxon-_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208341830712928754" border="0" /></a><br /><br /> <p class="MsoNormal">dort, wo nächtlicher gesang weiche federn umhüllt ,<br />während das lodern der flammen erwacht<br />entfliehe ich den flammen im rausch der leichtigkeit</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433730987269533860-225595607995251475?l=elastexte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03660540885774835105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433730987269533860.post-2616802984537852852008-06-05T03:22:00.001-07:002008-12-09T02:10:30.341-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_H1h0ZI2M/SEe-ffXGvUI/AAAAAAAAAiI/yluISFPovkw/s1600-h/paradoxom.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_H1h0ZI2M/SEe-ffXGvUI/AAAAAAAAAiI/yluISFPovkw/s320/paradoxom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208340942280899906" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />dunkle mondnächte<br /><br />traum<br />sturm<br />macht<br /><br />kommen<br />&amp;<br />gehen<br />in<br />diesen<br />nächten<br /><br />verblassen<br />vergeblich<br />zeitlosigkeit<br /><br />erinnerungen<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433730987269533860-261680298453785285?l=elastexte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03660540885774835105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433730987269533860.post-63174989361198575182008-06-05T03:17:00.000-07:002008-12-09T02:10:30.472-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_H1h0ZI2M/SEe9f1RKLCI/AAAAAAAAAiA/nfXbbojqgOc/s1600-h/l%C3%BCsternheit.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_H1h0ZI2M/SEe9f1RKLCI/AAAAAAAAAiA/nfXbbojqgOc/s320/l%C3%BCsternheit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208339848649911330" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /> <p class="MsoNormal">TraumBewegung</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">LüsternHeit</p> <p class="MsoNormal">ohne </p> <p class="MsoNormal">manieren</p> <p class="MsoNormal">ZügelLosigkeit</p> <p class="MsoNormal">will mich</p> <p class="MsoNormal">verlieren</p> <p class="MsoNormal">trunken</p> <p class="MsoNormal">treiben</p> <span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;">SchwereLos<br /><br /> <!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--><br /> <!--[endif]--></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433730987269533860-6317498936119857518?l=elastexte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03660540885774835105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433730987269533860.post-29112988774469810362008-06-05T03:16:00.002-07:002008-12-09T02:10:30.560-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_H1h0ZI2M/SEe9Qjj_wiI/AAAAAAAAAh4/D5RPV8PYUdE/s1600-h/graue-ge.danken.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_H1h0ZI2M/SEe9Qjj_wiI/AAAAAAAAAh4/D5RPV8PYUdE/s320/graue-ge.danken.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208339586199044642" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433730987269533860-2911298877446981036?l=elastexte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03660540885774835105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433730987269533860.post-85334493366992085622008-06-05T03:11:00.000-07:002008-12-09T02:10:30.984-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_H1h0ZI2M/SEe8vcYGXqI/AAAAAAAAAho/om-EUmCl9zA/s1600-h/ich-begr__e.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_H1h0ZI2M/SEe8vcYGXqI/AAAAAAAAAho/om-EUmCl9zA/s320/ich-begr__e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208339017334415010" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433730987269533860-8533449336699208562?l=elastexte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03660540885774835105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433730987269533860.post-76470439731248650592008-06-05T03:08:00.000-07:002008-12-09T02:10:31.121-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_H1h0ZI2M/SEe7frgmEdI/AAAAAAAAAhg/AnULegjQ5g8/s1600-h/werke-sind-mir-nicht-geheue.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_H1h0ZI2M/SEe7frgmEdI/AAAAAAAAAhg/AnULegjQ5g8/s320/werke-sind-mir-nicht-geheue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208337647007044050" border="0" /></a><br /><br /> <p class="MsoNormal">wortbilder<br />sind mir nicht geheuer<br /><br />flügeltanz &amp;<br />augenflattern<br /><br />zungengeflüster<br />in lügen getränkt<br /><br /><br />wedelt &amp; hechelt<br />trügerisch &amp; lügerisch<br /><br />das bild<br />das wort<br /><br />es ist mir einerlei<br />in farb &amp; klag &amp; ton<br /><br />ich schlage purzelbäume &amp; gebe mir den klang<br />&amp; singe balblabla</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433730987269533860-7647043973124865059?l=elastexte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03660540885774835105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433730987269533860.post-61960884242375377742008-06-05T03:06:00.000-07:002008-12-09T02:10:31.233-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_H1h0ZI2M/SEe63JdS3kI/AAAAAAAAAhY/w9DNFbMVtbE/s1600-h/mitternachtTraum.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_H1h0ZI2M/SEe63JdS3kI/AAAAAAAAAhY/w9DNFbMVtbE/s320/mitternachtTraum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208336950671629890" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433730987269533860-6196088424237537774?l=elastexte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03660540885774835105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433730987269533860.post-41437236746428652872008-06-05T02:51:00.000-07:002008-12-09T02:10:31.523-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_H1h0ZI2M/SEe3mHGZlfI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Tf0_xxyE4DM/s1600-h/wortverliebt-1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_H1h0ZI2M/SEe3mHGZlfI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Tf0_xxyE4DM/s320/wortverliebt-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208333359446070770" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433730987269533860-4143723674642865287?l=elastexte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03660540885774835105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433730987269533860.post-22739551788261815982008-06-05T02:44:00.001-07:002008-12-09T02:10:31.896-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_H1h0ZI2M/SEe1xsIGOhI/AAAAAAAAAgw/dIwR2fm-pJg/s1600-h/wOrte.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_H1h0ZI2M/SEe1xsIGOhI/AAAAAAAAAgw/dIwR2fm-pJg/s320/wOrte.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208331359340608018" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433730987269533860-2273955178826181598?l=elastexte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03660540885774835105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5433730987269533860.post-17123191548737093582008-06-05T02:36:00.000-07:002008-12-09T02:10:32.027-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_H1h0ZI2M/SEe0vt51ZtI/AAAAAAAAAgo/0Bv0WrRnzvk/s1600-h/tr%C3%A4ume.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xf_H1h0ZI2M/SEe0vt51ZtI/AAAAAAAAAgo/0Bv0WrRnzvk/s320/tr%C3%A4ume.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208330225946289874" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:&quot;;" >geheimnisvolle mondin</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:&quot;;" >wie eine göttin </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:&quot;;" >und wächterin der nacht</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:&quot;;" >mit schützenden händen</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:&quot;;" >leuchtest du hell den weg</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:&quot;;" >draußen noch dunkel </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:&quot;;" >ein meer aus wölken ziehen vorbei</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:&quot;;" >hier und da mal ein paar sterne </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:&quot;;" >ein aufbrausender wind weht</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:&quot;;" >der tag ist noch nicht da</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:&quot;;" >es bleibt zeit</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:&quot;;" >bevor ich gnadenlos in den tag geworfen werde</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:&quot;;" >für ein paar</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:&quot;;" >flüchtige momente</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:&quot;;" >zwischen worten, bildern und träumen..</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:&quot;;" >und du meine sanfte nondin stehst noch über den dächern</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:&quot;;" >und lächelst den tag sanft entgegen.</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:&quot;;" >mein raum ist gefüllt</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:&quot;;" >von einer honigsüßen schweren</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:&quot;;" >sehnsucht</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:&quot;;" >weckt</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:&quot;;" >lust</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:&quot;;" >lust auf was</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:&quot;;" >ach ne </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:&quot;;" >du meine sehnsucht </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:&quot;;" >ertrinke in meinen blutroten wein</span><span style="color:black;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5433730987269533860-1712319154873709358?l=elastexte.blogspot.com' alt='' 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