Montag, Mai 27, 2013

the time between sleeping and waking

the time between sleeping and waking i usually spent with my love or i spent time in thinking & reading. He´s gone to early to work i think. 

the little crane watching the rain
i reconsidered photos of us
i read my favourite book "Das Mädchen Bernadette"
and waited for you.

Dienstag, Mai 21, 2013

Little red riding hood | 2

as i promised
the second part of my little red shoot
| black & white |



Oh, i´m loving the little birds, flying in the wood

Freitag, Mai 17, 2013

little red riding hood (I don't think little big girls should go walking in these spooky old woods alone)

Hey there little red riding hood
You sure are looking good
You're everything a big bad wolf could want
Little red riding hood
I don't think little big girls should
Go walking in these spooky old woods alone

What big eyes you have
The kind of eyes that drive wolves mad
Just to see that you don't get chased
I think I oughta walk with you for a ways

What full lips you have
They're sure to lure someone bad
So until you get to Grandma's place
I think you oughta walk with me and be safe

Gonna keep my sheep suit on
'Til I'm sure that you've been shown
That I can be trusted walking with you alone

Little red riding hood
I'd like to hold you if I could
But you might think I'm a big bad wolf so I won't

What a big heart I have
The better to love you with
Little red riding hood
 Even bad wolves can be good

I try to keep satisfied
Just to walk close by your side
Maybe you'll see things my way
 'Fore we get to Grandma's place

Freitag, Mai 10, 2013

up with the birds

Found an old dress in my wardrobe & show off ♥

The birds they sang
The break of day
Start again I hear them say
It's so hard to just walk away

I bicycled along the river - wonderful Elbe -

The birds they sang
All a choir
Start again a little higher
It's a spark in a sea of grey

The sky is blue
Dreamed of light til it's true
Then taken back the pause shall through
My arms turn wings
Oh those clumsy things
Send me up to that wonderful world

Do you remember Henriette? I did the last shooting post with her photos. She stitched these lovely bag for me. 

And then I'm up with the birds


Might have to go, where they don't
know my name float all over the world
just to see her again
and I won't, show or fear any pain

A simple thought
But I know one thing
Good things are coming our way