via Nelly Pappkarton:

The Mountain from TSO Photography on Vimeo.

via personal experiences:

I'm trying to work things out
I'm trying to comprehend
Am I the chance result
Of some great accident
I hear a rhythm call me
The echo of a grand design
I spend each night in the backyard
Staring up at the stars in the sky

I have another meeting today
With my new counselor
My mom will cry and say
I don't know what to do with her
She's so unresponsive
I just cannot break through
She spends all night in the backyard
Staring up at the stars and the moon

They have a chart and a graph
Of my despondency
They want to chart a path
For self-recovery
And want to know what I'm thinking
What motivates my mood
To spend all night in the backyard
Staring up at the stars and the moon

Maybe this was made for me
For lying on my back in the middle of a field
Maybe that's a selfish thought
Or maybe there's a loving God

Maybe I was made this way
To think and to reason and to question and to pray
And I have never prayed a lot
But maybe there's a loving God

Maybe this was made for me
For lying on my back in the middle of a field
Maybe that's a selfish thought
Or maybe there's a loving God

Maybe I was mad this way
To think and to reason and to question and to pray
And I have never prayed a lot
But maybe there's a loving God

And that may be a foolish thought
Or maybe there is a God
And I have never prayed a lot
But maybe there's a loving God

Maybe There's a Loving God from Delta on Vimeo.

Kinder, wie die Zeit vergeht.

Eben noch beruflich für eine komplette Woche (ja, 7 Tage) in Ungarn, und schwupps bin auch schon wieder zu Hause, bei Pizza und Rotwein:



Life is most definitely good!


Ok, ich habe mir die immer größerwerdende Hinterkopfglatze (Schluchz) in der ungarischen Sonne verbrannt, aber was solls.

Hauptsache wieder gesund und munter zu Hause.

Das ist dort, wo die dritte Stafel von "Breaking Bad" auf mich im Briefkasten gewartet hat.

Jeee-ääih.

Und allen, die hierzulande klagen, sei einmal eine Reise, ach was red ich, ein Leben in Ungarn, nein, besser noch, in Rumänien an den Hals geflucht. Muss man schon so schreiben. Weil diese Menschen, die hier jammern, ein Leben führen, dass realtive viele Menschen in anderen EU-Ländern (!) mit Kusshand im Tausche mit der eigenen Situation annehmen würden.

Ok, Ungarn, und ja, Rumänien, haben ihre eigenen Reize, und es lässt sich dort als Einheimischer vortrefflich leben.

Aber trotzdem. TROTZ-DEM.

So, und jetzt zurück zur Völlerei (siehe oben).

Der treuen Leserschaft eine schöne Restwoche,

euer

Claus, der Kahle.