Submitted by dpalle
|13th May 2013✧14:291 note|
Sometimes I have to go back to, where something ended, to see how it feels in the now, when something stars. Buenas Dias, Buenos Aires…
Ich habe zwei Jahre stillgehalten. Pause gedrückt. Mich zurückgelehnt und mich berieseln lassen.
Die Sendung ist zu Ende.
Ich schalte den Fernseher aus und begebe mich nach draußen.
Ich bin zurück. Im Nirgendwo. Überall.
Ich fange an, wo ich aufgehört habe. Ich höre auf, mit dem Anfangen.
Anna-Zoë ist zurück in der Welt.
|5th Apr 2013✧17:57|
|21st Mar 2013✧21:465 notes|
thank you for the good news, thank you for the bad news. please no more news for today, i need to breath.
This morning I woke up in New York.
No more music in my head. Cold feet. Shocked. My vagabond shoes have left their body.
These vagabond shoes have carried me through the whole world. Over the oceans and through the jungle. What am I going to to without them?
These vagabond shoes, made it all around the world, to finally arrive in New York.
So maybe they should stay here. They are not longing to stray anymore.
Now they are longing to fly, high above the city. If they can make it there, they make it anywhere. So I said goodbye, turned around and didn´t look back, ignoring the signs in front of me. What could signs do to someone, that has just left her body?
Now it is up to you. New York, New York!
And they became smaller and smaller. The stories related felt far away.
One last glimpse.
One door closes…
And another one opens.
Welcome to my life, new vagabond shoes! Step by Step make me happy and alive. May the world be ours!
Right through the very heart of it
New York, New York.
Tag 1. Jetlag in Williamsburg. I am invisible, but I don´t care. People don´t look at you and people look the same as in Berlin. It is all about looks, but New york still looks amazing to me. I am impressed by cute little children who speak fluently English. It feels like spring and I spring.