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leicht zu leben

just found ...

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is. 100% I just ..

be easy to live without exuberance

courage without recklessness,

Fair to have without being over the

This is the art of life!

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that's me:

To live with easiness

To be bright with happiness

To have courage without arrogance

That is the trick of life.

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painted on wood ..

hundertwasser work of my students

about 1, 20 x 80 cm.

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Snes Controller Blue Tooth

ponchochild

felt 200g fringes ...

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hidden embroidered flowers ..

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poncho ... for ...

poncho ... my child ..

diagonally knitted .. ..

to take great ..

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oops .. yes .. yes ... I know ...

. Were you trying to collar a little longer ..

then I must have ran again ...

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.. instructions from an ancient lana-grosso-bookletThe ...

and ...

not last night.

.. no ..

this morning.

.. the sky

breathtaking ....

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beautiful autumn day ...

me many creative ideas.

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Check it out here ...

as there are a few Christmas ideas ..

Old Mature Women Headscissors Applied

knottymemories

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knotty was ... ...

find memories ..

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... finally

sorts images ...

get new ones ... ..

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that originated here.

.. in Würzburg ...

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it was great with you ....

have much laughing ...

'm looking forward to next time.

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well as that there are friends ...

with whom you can laugh sooo much ..

now I'm still hurt anything if I think of you and the great need time ..

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my favorite image was that door ...

old intended .... with a lot of memories

'm happy when I can see you again soon ..

the door ...

with you.

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(thank S., W., G., C., S., A.)

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I still laugh when I think of ....

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. refers

the Knotties it here:

http://wwwbslinks.blogspot.com/

there you see it as a "full picture"!

What's The Name Of That French Song

A nightly snapshot

Flummen fibrillation

To the beat of my thoughts

Am I waver from
with sparkling stars light
covered
over the streets of my city

I smoke
the last train my butt
tapping it swaying
In the gloomy flood
The dawning
night

the flickering of the Flumme
Sprays flickering spark
When flying into the bright glow
The silent city
the evening gown

My lips
forms words
bob and form
me trembling flood
And to vibrate
Bring

look forward wandering
Do I train to train streaking
outskirts
flashing points
hand in
hand through a sea
From prancing lights
tumbling

you
whirl for just a moment
In the pulsing veins
In the flickering glow
From stubborn bull border blocks
The city center with
Until they
In the flickering flood
From photos and highlights
With facades
blurring
And as evening ballads from poets
In the Hall of the nightingale
Speechless
fading

yet
one last time
blazes the glowing
emitting sparks
dump in free fall
On

until they
touching the ground
with light open
In the glimmering sheen
The dark night
void
Forever

© Simon Felix Geiger, 2010