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' I'm not alone. Sometimes I'll Find Somebody and We Go to Nowhere Together '

' I'm not alone. Sometimes I'll Find Somebody and We Go to Nowhere Together '

' This is the most native. Guitar, poem, tea and forest. It's my life. '

' And she's buying a stairway to heaven.. '

' And she's buying a stairway to heaven.. '

// Sonnet 141.//

William Shakespeare

In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes,
For they in thee a thousand errors note,
But ‘tis my heart that loves what they despise,
Who in despite of view is pleased to dote.
Nor are mine ears with thy tongue’s tune delighted,
Nor tender feeling to base touches prone,
Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited
To any sensual feast with thee alone;
But my five wits nor my five senses can
Dissuade one foolish heart from serving thee,
Who leaves unswayed the likeness of a man,
Thy proud heart’s slave and vassal wretch to be.
Only my plague thus far I count my gain,
That she that makes me sin awards me pain.

' But I Like It '

' But I Like It '

Good Time. 1960’s

Good Time. 1960’s

' He's a really nowhere man. '

' He's a really nowhere man. '

Stars shining bright above you;
Night breezes seem to whisper I love you
Birds singing in the sycamore tree
Dream a little dream of me

Say nighty-night and kiss me;
Just hold me tight and tell me you’ll miss me
While I’m alone, blue as can be,
Dream a little dream of me

Stars fading but I linger on, dear
Still craving your kiss
I’m longing to linger till dawn, dear,
Just saying this…

Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams, whatever they be,
Dream a little dream of me

Stars fading but I linger on, dear
Still craving your kiss
I’m longing to linger till dawn, dear,
Just saying this…

Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries far behind you
But in your dreams, whatever they be,
Dream a little dream of me

The Mamas and The Papas, Cass Elliot, Dream a Little Dream of Me, 1968

home sweet home.

home sweet home.

// Mad. Life. Crazy. Free.//

When I look back on my life, it’s not that I don’t want to see things exactly as they happened.
It’s just that i prefer to remember them in a artistic way.
And truthfully, the lie of it all is much more honest, because I invented it.
Clinical psychology tells us arguably that trauma is the ultimate killer.
Memories are not recycled like atoms and particles in quantum physics.
They can be lost forever.
It’s sort of like my past is an unfinished painting; and as the artist of that painting, I must fill in all the ugly holes and make it beautiful again.
It’s not that i’ve been dishonest, it’s just that I loathe reality.
For example, those nurses, they’re wearing next-season Calvin Klein.
And so am I.
And the shoes: custom Giuseppe Xnote 
I tipped their gauze caps to the side like persian berets. 
Because I think it’s romantic, and I also believe that mint will be very big in fashion next spring.
Check out this nurse on the right, she’s got a great ***. 
Bam.
The truth is, back then at the clinic, they only wore those funny hats to keep the blood out of their hair.
And that girl on the left, she ordered gummy bears and a knife a couple of hours ago.
They only gave her the gummy bears.
I wish they’d only given me the gummy bears.

How I wish,
How I wish you were here
We’re just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl
Year after year
Running over the same old ground
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

Look into my eyes and you’ll see I’m a lonely one
You’ve captured my love, stolen my heart, changed my life,
Every time you make a move you desroy my mind
And the way you touch, I lose control and shiver deep inside
You take my breath away

You can reduce me to tears with a single sigh
(please dont cry)
Every breath that you take and each sound that you make
is a wisper in my heart
I would give up all my life for just one kiss
I would surely die if you dismissed me from your love
You take my breath away

So please don’t go
Don’t leave me here all by myself
I get ever so lonly from time to time
I will find you anywhere you go
I’ll be right behind you
Right until the ends of the earth
I’ll get no sleep till I find you
To tell you that you just Take my breath away

I will find you anywhere you go
Right until the ends of the earth
I’ll get no sleep till I findyou
To tell you when I’ve found you
I love you

Queen, You Take My Breath Away, 1976 

// Ride.//

“I was in the winter of my life — and the men I met along the road were my only summer. At night I fell asleep with visions of myself dancing and laughing and crying with them. Three years down the line of being on an endless world tour and my memories of them were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times. I was a singer, not a very popular one, who once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet — but upon an unfortunate series of events, saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again — sparkling and broken. But I didn’t really mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted and then losing it to know what true freedom is.
When the people I used to kno found out what I had been doing, how I had been living — they asked me why. But there’s no use in talking to people who have a home, they have no idea what it’s like to seek safety in other people, for home to be wherever you lie your head.
I was always an unusual girl, my mother told me I had a chameleon soul. No moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality. Just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean. And if I said that I didn’t plan for it to turn out this way, I’d be lying — because I was born to be the other woman. I belonged to no one — who belonged to everyone, who had nothing — who wanted everything with a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn’t even talk about — and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me.
Every night I used to pray that I’d find my people — and finally I did — on the open road. We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore — except to make our lives a work of art.

About love and hippie we talk until the morning