<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745</id><updated>2011-12-23T06:57:00.424+01:00</updated><category term='Alkohol'/><category term='Party'/><category term='Erlebtes'/><category term='Theater'/><category term='Gehörtes'/><category term='Geschenke'/><category term='Erinnerungen'/><category term='Liebe'/><category term='Selbstbetrachtung'/><category term='Urlaub'/><category term='Stress'/><category term='Verhasstes'/><category term='Freunde'/><category term='Krankhaftes'/><category term='Pläne'/><category term='Erwartungen'/><category term='Angst'/><category term='Leidenschaft'/><category term='Entspannendes'/><category term='Sommer'/><category term='Jungs'/><category term='Sehnsucht'/><category term='Vorfreude'/><category term='Gefundenes'/><category term='Stöckchen'/><category term='Zitate'/><category term='Gefühltes'/><category term='Gerüchte'/><category term='Geschriebenes'/><category term='Auftritt'/><category term='Inspirierendes'/><category term='Streit'/><category term='Verwirrung'/><category term='Stolz'/><category term='Tanzen'/><category term='Disney'/><category term='Geheimnisse'/><category term='Musik'/><category term='Gedachtes'/><category term='Träume'/><category term='Sprachlosigkeit'/><category term='Schmerz'/><title type='text'>Erinnerungsmomente</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>191</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-8119069134481712388</id><published>2011-12-18T21:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T21:02:01.598+01:00</updated><title type='text'>In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.</title><content type='html'>Vielleicht entspringt der Himmel nur unserer Fantasie.&lt;br /&gt;Vielleicht weinen wir Tränen aus Sprachlosigkeit, weil wir keine Worte finden wollen.&lt;br /&gt;Vielleicht blinzeln wir nur, um für viele kleine Momente die Grausamkeit der Welt nicht sehen zu müssen.&lt;br /&gt;Vielleicht regnet es, damit uns danach der reine Geruch daran erinnern kann, dass es noch Unschuld und Unberührtes gibt.&lt;br /&gt;Vielleicht schlafen wir, um Wünsche in Träumen zum Leben zu erwecken.&lt;br /&gt;Vielleicht sagen wir "Ich hasse dich" nur aus Angst, Fehler zuzugeben.&lt;br /&gt;Vielleicht reden wir uns ein etwas zu schaffen, einzig und allein um nicht in Panik zu geraten.&lt;br /&gt;Vielleicht reisen wir in andere Länder, nur um uns davon zu überzeugen dass es anderen noch schlechter geht&amp;nbsp;als einem selbst.&lt;br /&gt;Vielleicht singen Vögel in dem Versuch uns von Leichtigkeit zu überzeugen.&lt;br /&gt;Vielleicht befindet sich der größte Schatz des Universums in unseren Herzen.&lt;br /&gt;Vielleicht bekennt sich die Menschheit zu einem Gott, weil sie keinen anderen Halt findet.&lt;br /&gt;Vielleicht sterben wir, weil unsere Seele sich in einen Engel verliebt und davonzieht.&lt;br /&gt;Vielleicht bluten wir, weil wir uns selber zeigen wollen, dass wir noch leben.&lt;br /&gt;Vielleicht küssen wir, um uns für einen Moment beschützt zu fühlen.&lt;br /&gt;Und vielleicht lieben wir, um einmal im Leben wirklich glücklich gewesen zu sein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vielleicht.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-8119069134481712388?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/8119069134481712388/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/12/in-end-we-will-remember-not-words-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/8119069134481712388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/8119069134481712388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/12/in-end-we-will-remember-not-words-of.html' title='In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-3481945806557387000</id><published>2011-11-22T18:39:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T18:48:31.342+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirierendes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gefühltes'/><title type='text'>The moment a little boy is concerned with which is a jay and which is a sparrow, he can no longer see the birds or hear them sing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Da bin ich wie ein Kind&lt;br /&gt;das ein leeres Haus erforscht.&lt;br /&gt;Nicht die Größe der Zimmer lassen es schaudern,&lt;br /&gt;nicht die Schatten unter der Treppe,&lt;br /&gt;das Geheimnis einer verschlossenen Tür,&lt;br /&gt;sondern die Tatsache, dass all das&lt;br /&gt;in Schweigen gehüllt ist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677877416335724178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kmN1uSsXpMQ/TsvfbW7nTpI/AAAAAAAAAYo/_OzCems_HzU/s320/f.bmp" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-3481945806557387000?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/3481945806557387000/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kmN1uSsXpMQ/TsvfbW7nTpI/AAAAAAAAAYo/_OzCems_HzU/s72-c/f.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-2525062863029367212</id><published>2011-11-16T15:39:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T15:46:52.315+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gefundenes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirierendes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leidenschaft'/><title type='text'>A bird does not sing because it has an answer. It sings because it has a song.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sie erschien mir zunächst so unwirklich.&lt;br /&gt;Wie sie aussah in dem großen Zelt, in den Lichtern.&lt;br /&gt;Ich dachte ich würde blind von dem Glanz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675605064514016546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFpDj9OzjM4/TsPMvEvEFSI/AAAAAAAAAYc/g5sfpVuvc10/s320/untitledg.bmp" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-2525062863029367212?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/2525062863029367212/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/11/bird-does-not-sing-because-it-has.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/2525062863029367212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/2525062863029367212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/11/bird-does-not-sing-because-it-has.html' title='A bird does not sing because it has an answer. It sings because it has a song.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFpDj9OzjM4/TsPMvEvEFSI/AAAAAAAAAYc/g5sfpVuvc10/s72-c/untitledg.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-9161372021303905215</id><published>2011-11-03T17:31:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T17:33:09.964+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gefundenes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gedachtes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Who are you to judge the life I live? I know I`m not perfect and I don`t live to be, but before you start pointing fingers, make sure your hands are clean."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bob Marley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-9161372021303905215?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/9161372021303905215/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/11/who-are-you-to-judge-life-i-live-i-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/9161372021303905215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/9161372021303905215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/11/who-are-you-to-judge-life-i-live-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-2500532403442405635</id><published>2011-11-03T14:38:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T15:02:46.374+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verwirrung'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gefundenes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirierendes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gefühltes'/><title type='text'>Things do not change. We change.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air&lt;br /&gt;I know I can count on you.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like saying "Lord I just don`t care"&lt;br /&gt;But you`ve got the love I need to see me through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time after time I think "Oh Lord what`s the use?"&lt;br /&gt;Time after time I think it`s just no good.&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later in life, the things you love you loose&lt;br /&gt;But you`ve got the love I need to see me through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qek4U2Yaq2E/TrKe5VdHSCI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/4CIep4UbHOs/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670769588661864482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qek4U2Yaq2E/TrKe5VdHSCI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/4CIep4UbHOs/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-2500532403442405635?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/2500532403442405635/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/11/things-do-not-change-we-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/2500532403442405635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/2500532403442405635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/11/things-do-not-change-we-change.html' title='Things do not change. We change.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qek4U2Yaq2E/TrKe5VdHSCI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/4CIep4UbHOs/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-7221833816438566586</id><published>2011-10-21T15:07:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T15:39:29.590+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirierendes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gefühltes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gedachtes'/><title type='text'>Life isn`t simple. But the beauty if it is, you can always start over. It`ll get easier.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go now, and live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experience. Dream. Risk. Close your eyes and jump. Enjoy the freefall. Choose exhilaration over comfort. Choose magic over predictability. Choose potential over safety. Wake up to the magic of everyday life. Make friends with your intuition. Trust your gut. Discover the beauty of uncertainty. Know yourself fully before you make promises to another. Make millions of mistakes so that you will know how to choose what you really need. Know when to hold on and when to let go. Love hard and often and without reservation. Seek knowledge. Open yourself to possibility. Keep your heart open, your head high and your spirit free. Embrace your darkness along with your light. Be wrong in every once in a while, and don`t be afraid to admit it. Awaken to the brilliance in ordinary moments. Tell the truth about yourself no matter what the cost. Own your reality without apology.&lt;br /&gt;See goodness in the world. Be bold. Be fierce. Be grateful.&lt;br /&gt;Be wild, crazy and gloriously free. Be you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go now, and live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665938928126407218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fqd6-guVRSM/TqF1b4oIMjI/AAAAAAAAAYE/-jTVnEJB8i0/s320/bright-star-poster_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-7221833816438566586?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/7221833816438566586/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/10/life-isnt-simple-but-beauty-if-it-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/7221833816438566586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/7221833816438566586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/10/life-isnt-simple-but-beauty-if-it-is.html' title='Life isn`t simple. But the beauty if it is, you can always start over. It`ll get easier.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fqd6-guVRSM/TqF1b4oIMjI/AAAAAAAAAYE/-jTVnEJB8i0/s72-c/bright-star-poster_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-3502602535300086213</id><published>2011-10-20T21:28:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T15:05:39.102+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gefühltes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;So keep your head high, keep your chin up, and most importantly, keep smiling, because life`s a beautiful thing and there`s so much to smile about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Marilyn Monroe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-3502602535300086213?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/3502602535300086213/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-keep-your-head-high-keep-your-chin.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/3502602535300086213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/3502602535300086213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-keep-your-head-high-keep-your-chin.html' title=''/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-4176575591445522452</id><published>2011-10-18T18:50:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T18:52:18.481+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Träume'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freunde'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erinnerungen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sehnsucht'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirierendes'/><title type='text'>Without friends no one would choose to live, though he had all other goods.</title><content type='html'>Lass uns auf einen Hügel gehen und hunderte bunte Luftballons in den Himmel steigen lassen.&lt;br /&gt;Lass uns Konfetti in die Luft werfen und uns beregnen lassen.&lt;br /&gt;Lass uns so viel und laut lachen dass uns danach die Backen wehtun.&lt;br /&gt;Lass uns durch den Schnee tanzen bis unsere Hände und Lippen blau werden.&lt;br /&gt;Lass uns so lang tanzen dass wir im Sonnenaufgang nach Hause gehen können.&lt;br /&gt;Lass uns nebeneinander im Gras liegen und Figuren in den Wolken erkennen.&lt;br /&gt;Lass uns in fremde Gärten gehen und heimlich Blumen pflücken.&lt;br /&gt;Lass uns in riesigen Maisfeldern verstecken spielen.&lt;br /&gt;Lass uns mit Kastanien und Zahnstochern kleine Tierchen bauen und uns wieder unbeschwert fühlen.&lt;br /&gt;Lass uns auf Bäumen sitzen und den Sonnenuntergang beobachten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lass uns gemeinsam leben, lieben, lachen, weinen, kämpfen, aufgeben und wieder aufstehen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Für dich. Für immer und dich.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-4176575591445522452?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/4176575591445522452/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/10/without-friends-no-one-would-choose-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/4176575591445522452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/4176575591445522452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/10/without-friends-no-one-would-choose-to.html' title='Without friends no one would choose to live, though he had all other goods.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-5485610338374960920</id><published>2011-10-02T15:35:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T15:41:04.019+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gedachtes'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Love someone.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn`t matter if you suffer.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn`t matter if you cry.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn`t matter if you fight.&lt;br /&gt;Because in the end you`ll be able to say:&lt;br /&gt;I suffered, I cried, I fought.&lt;br /&gt;But I loved you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-464OmDUtCsI/Tohp4qL6k9I/AAAAAAAAAXk/GNUvGV4g9KU/s1600/tumblr_lseop3JodH1qk8huqo1_500_large.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658889353908884434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-464OmDUtCsI/Tohp4qL6k9I/AAAAAAAAAXk/GNUvGV4g9KU/s320/tumblr_lseop3JodH1qk8huqo1_500_large.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-5485610338374960920?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/5485610338374960920/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post_02.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/5485610338374960920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/5485610338374960920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post_02.html' title='...'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-464OmDUtCsI/Tohp4qL6k9I/AAAAAAAAAXk/GNUvGV4g9KU/s72-c/tumblr_lseop3JodH1qk8huqo1_500_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-5583654974890700672</id><published>2011-10-02T15:32:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T15:33:02.172+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gedachtes'/><title type='text'>We can only learn to love by loving.</title><content type='html'>Peace. It does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble or hard work. It means to be in the midst of all those things and still be calm in your heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-5583654974890700672?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/5583654974890700672/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/10/we-can-only-learn-to-love-by-loving.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/5583654974890700672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/5583654974890700672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/10/we-can-only-learn-to-love-by-loving.html' title='We can only learn to love by loving.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-7842311594389964277</id><published>2011-10-01T15:16:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T20:03:50.345+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirierendes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gedachtes'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Leben ist das was passiert, während du eifrig dabei bist, andere Pläne zu machen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;John Lennon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-7842311594389964277?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/7842311594389964277/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/7842311594389964277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/7842311594389964277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-2439879422737316553</id><published>2011-10-01T15:04:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T20:03:41.365+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gefundenes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirierendes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leidenschaft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gefühltes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sprachlosigkeit'/><title type='text'>Yours are the sweetest eyes I`ve ever seen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you can tell everybody this is your song.&lt;br /&gt;It may be quite simple but now that it`s done,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you don`t mind,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you don`t mind that I put down in words&lt;br /&gt;How wonderful life is while you`re in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-2439879422737316553?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/2439879422737316553/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/10/yours-are-sweetest-eyes-ive-ever-seen.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/2439879422737316553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/2439879422737316553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/10/yours-are-sweetest-eyes-ive-ever-seen.html' title='Yours are the sweetest eyes I`ve ever seen.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-54767242913509677</id><published>2011-09-17T12:24:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T12:35:11.420+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirierendes'/><title type='text'>The highest result of education is tolerance.</title><content type='html'>Look at you. You`re young. And you`re scared. Why are you scared? Stop being paralyzed! Stop swallowing your words. Stop caring what other people think. Wear what you want. Say what you want. Listen to the music you want to listen to. Play it loud as fuck and dance to it. Go out for a drive at midnight and forget you have your school in the morning. Stop waiting for friday. Live now. Do it now. Take risks. Tell secrets.&lt;br /&gt;This life is yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-54767242913509677?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/54767242913509677/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/09/highest-result-of-education-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/54767242913509677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/54767242913509677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/09/highest-result-of-education-is.html' title='The highest result of education is tolerance.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-8739443310165084788</id><published>2011-08-05T15:38:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T15:54:26.396+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geschriebenes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gedachtes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sieh dir an wie wir heute sind. Was aus uns geworden ist. Welche Leute gegangen sind, von denen wir dachten, dass sie uns noch länger begleiten würden. Ich habe das Bedürfnis raus zu gehen und alles zu tun, wozu ich nur jetzt die Gelegenheit habe. &lt;div&gt;Tanzen Springen Trinken Rauchen Lachen Weinen Lieben Hassen Leben Sterben.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nächte sollen länger werden, Zeiten sollen stoppen, Dunkelheit soll unbeschwerter werden, Blicke durchdringender und Momente berauschender.&lt;br /&gt;Ich will irgendwann zu meinen Enkeln sagen können:&lt;br /&gt;Un wenn eure Jugend nur halb so legendär wird wie meine, werdet ihr unglaublichen Spaß haben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nFdoUkuktu8/Tjv1wBpzLBI/AAAAAAAAAXM/hcQDMnF1lwQ/s320/tumblr_llc6ws82BF1qavpc2o1_500_large.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637369564010589202" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-8739443310165084788?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/8739443310165084788/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/08/sieh-dir-wie-wir-heute-sind.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/8739443310165084788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/8739443310165084788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/08/sieh-dir-wie-wir-heute-sind.html' title=''/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nFdoUkuktu8/Tjv1wBpzLBI/AAAAAAAAAXM/hcQDMnF1lwQ/s72-c/tumblr_llc6ws82BF1qavpc2o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-841825473183502630</id><published>2011-07-24T13:07:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T15:37:25.023+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirierendes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leidenschaft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gefühltes'/><title type='text'>My heart, which is full to overflowing, has often been solaced and refreshed by music when sick and weary.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Let us go wild in this green chaos of nature! Let us run with the wind! Let us fall like the leaves! Let us grow like the grass! Let us flow like the water! Let us shine like the stars! Let us glow like the moon! Let us fly like the birds! Let us soar like the clouds! Let us be warm like the sun! Let us rise like the mountains! Let us be hard as the rocks! Let us flutter like the straws! Let us be cold as the snow! Let us dance like the waves! Let us go crazy like the storms! Let us be beautiful like the butterflies! Let us break like the icicles! Let us love like animals!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_eX3PunOfb4/Tiv_0o3cblI/AAAAAAAAAXE/mlTvxkD4zlE/s1600/216656_20110521115358_216656_chelseyjumping_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; height: 214px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632877038745185874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_eX3PunOfb4/Tiv_0o3cblI/AAAAAAAAAXE/mlTvxkD4zlE/s320/216656_20110521115358_216656_chelseyjumping_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-841825473183502630?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/841825473183502630/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-heart-which-is-full-to-overflowing.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/841825473183502630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/841825473183502630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-heart-which-is-full-to-overflowing.html' title='My heart, which is full to overflowing, has often been solaced and refreshed by music when sick and weary.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_eX3PunOfb4/Tiv_0o3cblI/AAAAAAAAAXE/mlTvxkD4zlE/s72-c/216656_20110521115358_216656_chelseyjumping_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-3195807526825915290</id><published>2011-07-23T19:34:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T15:37:06.269+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gefühltes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gedachtes'/><title type='text'>To accomplish great things, we must dream as well as act.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I`m fallin`...&lt;br /&gt;Flyin` in wild circles, faster and faster.&lt;br /&gt;Searching for another world far far away.&lt;br /&gt;Looking up to the people, standing above me, crying and laughing, living and dying.&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and find me laying on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3PzQK1jLL4o/TisF9FyKorI/AAAAAAAAAW8/T1xvcASf6qw/s1600/Favim_com-18430_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; height: 222px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632602306039685810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3PzQK1jLL4o/TisF9FyKorI/AAAAAAAAAW8/T1xvcASf6qw/s320/Favim_com-18430_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-3195807526825915290?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/3195807526825915290/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/07/to-accomplish-great-things-we-must.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/3195807526825915290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/3195807526825915290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/07/to-accomplish-great-things-we-must.html' title='To accomplish great things, we must dream as well as act.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3PzQK1jLL4o/TisF9FyKorI/AAAAAAAAAW8/T1xvcASf6qw/s72-c/Favim_com-18430_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-3175453338197756907</id><published>2011-07-17T17:47:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T07:09:59.205+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sehnsucht'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leidenschaft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gefühltes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sprachlosigkeit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erlebtes'/><title type='text'>When the choreography becomes a part of you.</title><content type='html'>Alte Bekannte. Neue Bekannte. Schauspielerei. Lagerfeuer. Müdigkeit und Lebendigkeit. Verbundenheit und Unterschiede. Gesang. Lachen. Sehnsucht. Hier und dort. Unglaubliche Spontanität. Neue Erfahrungen. Altes Gelerntes. Ausgelassenheit. Unkompliziertheit. Gitarrenspieler. Adrenalin. Rampenlicht. Intensität. Ungezügelte Leidenschaften.&lt;br /&gt;Unbeschwertheit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QUQyW976hTI/TiMD_C4d5cI/AAAAAAAAAW0/DuRJgDEjlPI/s1600/tumblr_locktmy30J1qzjtu3o1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630348340783605186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QUQyW976hTI/TiMD_C4d5cI/AAAAAAAAAW0/DuRJgDEjlPI/s320/tumblr_locktmy30J1qzjtu3o1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-3175453338197756907?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/3175453338197756907/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/07/when-choreography-becomes-part-of-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/3175453338197756907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/3175453338197756907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/07/when-choreography-becomes-part-of-you.html' title='When the choreography becomes a part of you.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QUQyW976hTI/TiMD_C4d5cI/AAAAAAAAAW0/DuRJgDEjlPI/s72-c/tumblr_locktmy30J1qzjtu3o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-1322278882980755662</id><published>2011-07-14T22:04:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T07:09:49.897+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verhasstes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erinnerungen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sehnsucht'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schmerz'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love you when you hate me.&lt;br /&gt;Love you when you made me feel alone, in the daytime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love you when you leave me,&lt;br /&gt;Love you when you need me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You leave me behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629303884937461970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tHY4237eh84/Th9ODtpsgNI/AAAAAAAAAWs/4YgU8OhZK98/s320/5129440496_ac11ce2025_z_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erst wenn man einen Menschen nicht mehr hat, wird einem bewusst wie unglaublich wichtig er einem überhaupt ist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-1322278882980755662?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/1322278882980755662/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/07/love-you-when-you-hate-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/1322278882980755662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/1322278882980755662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/07/love-you-when-you-hate-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tHY4237eh84/Th9ODtpsgNI/AAAAAAAAAWs/4YgU8OhZK98/s72-c/5129440496_ac11ce2025_z_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-8934813534954120285</id><published>2011-07-05T20:38:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T20:52:10.104+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Träume'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geschriebenes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sehnsucht'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirierendes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gedachtes'/><title type='text'>Freedom is just chaos, with better lighting.</title><content type='html'>Warum gehen wir nicht einfach mal?&lt;br /&gt;Hören auf zu denken, schmeißen ein paar Klamotten in einen bunten Rucksack und laufen los?&lt;br /&gt;Wir ziehen unsere Schuhe aus, durcheinandergewürfelte Ohrwürmer tragen uns dorthin, wo wir sein wollen. Wir wissen es bloß noch nicht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abends sitzen wir um ein Lagerfeuer zusammen, singend, lachend, redend.&lt;br /&gt;Es sollte uns einfach mal egal sein wie wir aussehen und was uns der nächste Tag wohl bringen wird. Lassen wir uns doch auf ein richtiges Abenteuer ein! Lass und tun was wir schon immer mal tun wollten!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Und von Tag zu Tag lassen wir unser Leben höher fliegen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-53o_fX0lAik/ThNdHQhIFaI/AAAAAAAAAWU/m71Pl5md1Oo/s1600/cool-girl-girls-music-pretty-style-Favim_com-94928_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625942738790258082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-53o_fX0lAik/ThNdHQhIFaI/AAAAAAAAAWU/m71Pl5md1Oo/s320/cool-girl-girls-music-pretty-style-Favim_com-94928_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-8934813534954120285?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/8934813534954120285/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/07/freedom-is-just-chaos-with-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/8934813534954120285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/8934813534954120285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/07/freedom-is-just-chaos-with-better.html' title='Freedom is just chaos, with better lighting.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-53o_fX0lAik/ThNdHQhIFaI/AAAAAAAAAWU/m71Pl5md1Oo/s72-c/cool-girl-girls-music-pretty-style-Favim_com-94928_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-3143030014458446972</id><published>2011-07-05T17:36:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T17:47:40.254+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirierendes'/><title type='text'>One`s first love is always perfect until one meets one`s second love.</title><content type='html'>One day you`re gonna want her. That girl that knew she wasn`t perfect, but tried to be for you. That girl who wanted nothing more than to be there for you, and loving you was the only way she could. The girl who sees your flaws, but values them as much as your strengths. That girl who still can`t bring herself to hate you, even though you probably deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girl that should have you, but doesn`t.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0ggjjuvvTHI/ThMx8pcGeiI/AAAAAAAAAWM/v73JcpI308Q/s1600/tumblr_lnixaqZj5E1qicchko1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625895277501512226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0ggjjuvvTHI/ThMx8pcGeiI/AAAAAAAAAWM/v73JcpI308Q/s320/tumblr_lnixaqZj5E1qicchko1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-3143030014458446972?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/3143030014458446972/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/07/ones-first-love-is-always-perfect-until.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/3143030014458446972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/3143030014458446972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/07/ones-first-love-is-always-perfect-until.html' title='One`s first love is always perfect until one meets one`s second love.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0ggjjuvvTHI/ThMx8pcGeiI/AAAAAAAAAWM/v73JcpI308Q/s72-c/tumblr_lnixaqZj5E1qicchko1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-7498641449380399418</id><published>2011-07-04T16:27:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T16:28:07.248+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gefundenes'/><title type='text'>Perfectly?</title><content type='html'>He`s not perfect. You aren`t either, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and if he admits to being human and making mistakes, hold onto him and give him the most you can. He isn`t going to quote poetry, he`s not thinking about you every moment but he will give you a part of him that he knows you could break. Don`t hurt him, don`t change him, and don`t expect more than he can give. Don`t analyze. Smile when he makes you happy, yell when he makes you mad, and miss him when he`s not there. Love hard when there is love to be had. Because perfect guys don`t exist, but there is always one guy that is perfect for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Bob Marley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 126px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 177px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625503402203184402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GmvJ4nw3Ds0/ThHNigMSfRI/AAAAAAAAAWE/nvZLA2uAdWY/s320/marley-bob-bob-marley-pin-up-1002746.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-7498641449380399418?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/7498641449380399418/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/07/perfectly.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/7498641449380399418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/7498641449380399418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/07/perfectly.html' title='Perfectly?'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GmvJ4nw3Ds0/ThHNigMSfRI/AAAAAAAAAWE/nvZLA2uAdWY/s72-c/marley-bob-bob-marley-pin-up-1002746.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-4957422690714954118</id><published>2011-06-30T15:21:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T15:37:30.467+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gefundenes'/><title type='text'>Only I can change my life. No one can do it for me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Auf dieser Wiese unter der Weide,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ein Bett aus Gras, ein Kissen aus Seide.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dort schließe die Augen, den Kopf lege nieder,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wenn du erwachst, scheint die Sonne wieder.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hier ist es sicher, hier ist es warm,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hier beschützt dich der Löwenzahn.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Süße Träume hast du hier und morgen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;erfüllen sie sich.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;An diesem Ort, da lieb ich dich.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Suzanne Collins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-4957422690714954118?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/4957422690714954118/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/06/only-i-can-change-my-life-no-one-can-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/4957422690714954118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/4957422690714954118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/06/only-i-can-change-my-life-no-one-can-do.html' title='Only I can change my life. No one can do it for me.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-8609790288975351438</id><published>2011-06-28T16:33:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T16:55:25.680+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sehnsucht'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schmerz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gefühltes'/><title type='text'>Last night I dreamed I ate a ten-pound marshmallow, and when I woke up my pillow was gone.</title><content type='html'>Sie sieht auf ihre Füße herunter, die sie Stück für Stück vorwärts bringen. Sie hört ihre Schritte auf den Pflastersteinen nicht. Sie nimmt jeden um sich herum wahr, und doch will sie es nicht. Die Nacht ist warm. Sie sieht in den klaren Sternenhimmel hinauf. Sie stolpert und findet sich in der engen Gasse wieder. Und dann sind die Menschen weg. Sie steht da. Allein. Hört nur wenige Geräusche von den belebten Straßen hinter den hohen Häusern. Sie möchte doch nur jemanden der sie ansieht und in den Arm nimmt. Doch was sie sich noch mehr wünscht ist, zu lernen, wie man tanzt. Sie möchte zu jedem Rhytmus tanzen können den ihr das Leben vorgibt.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8-_cteU72Sg/Tgnqae0GkvI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Ml3aE7S6aIA/s1600/searching_happiness_by_krejziszeli-d3k917x_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623283350417871602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8-_cteU72Sg/Tgnqae0GkvI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Ml3aE7S6aIA/s320/searching_happiness_by_krejziszeli-d3k917x_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-8609790288975351438?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/8609790288975351438/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/06/sie-sieht-auf-ihre-fue-herunter-die-sie.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/8609790288975351438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/8609790288975351438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/06/sie-sieht-auf-ihre-fue-herunter-die-sie.html' title='Last night I dreamed I ate a ten-pound marshmallow, and when I woke up my pillow was gone.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8-_cteU72Sg/Tgnqae0GkvI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Ml3aE7S6aIA/s72-c/searching_happiness_by_krejziszeli-d3k917x_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-5798359305087828288</id><published>2011-06-20T13:56:00.015+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T14:21:08.530+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geschriebenes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freunde'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erinnerungen'/><title type='text'>I`ll be there.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3W-Lo3B4PbM/Tf84hutCDgI/AAAAAAAAAV0/sCSFhxbKKaY/s1600/tumblr_ln36eaXKKv1qcsrbao1_500_large.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 175px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620273012105416194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3W-Lo3B4PbM/Tf84hutCDgI/AAAAAAAAAV0/sCSFhxbKKaY/s320/tumblr_ln36eaXKKv1qcsrbao1_500_large.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mSzIIx7YdJ8/Tf84aHdOwzI/AAAAAAAAAVs/Z0zakxrYWak/s1600/tumblr_ln36bbng8R1qcsrbao1_500_large.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 177px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620272881311073074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mSzIIx7YdJ8/Tf84aHdOwzI/AAAAAAAAAVs/Z0zakxrYWak/s320/tumblr_ln36bbng8R1qcsrbao1_500_large.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;du bist verabredet für heut abend.&lt;br /&gt;ich werde da sein.&lt;br /&gt;und ich werde auf dich warten.&lt;/div&gt;und ich werde mit dir laufen, lachen und leben.&lt;br /&gt;und ich werde es genießen und jeden augenblick unvergesslich mit dir machen.&lt;br /&gt;und ich werde für dich da sein in hochs und tiefs und an deiner seite bleiben.&lt;br /&gt;und ich werde für dich da sein in guten wie in schlechten zeiten.&lt;br /&gt;und ich werde meinen kopf auf deine schulter legen und sagen: du bist einfach wunderbar.&lt;br /&gt;und ich werde sagen: du bist ein wundervoller mensch.&lt;br /&gt;und ich werde diesen moment mit dir nie mehr vergessen.&lt;br /&gt;bis in alle ewigkeit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-5798359305087828288?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/5798359305087828288/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/06/ill-be-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/5798359305087828288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/5798359305087828288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/06/ill-be-there.html' title='I`ll be there.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3W-Lo3B4PbM/Tf84hutCDgI/AAAAAAAAAV0/sCSFhxbKKaY/s72-c/tumblr_ln36eaXKKv1qcsrbao1_500_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-3666064883843427804</id><published>2011-05-29T12:55:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T15:42:29.581+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freunde'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erinnerungen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erlebtes'/><title type='text'>It attemps to improve your character, know what is in your power and what is beyond it.</title><content type='html'>Ein Mensch der gar nicht weiß wie toll er ist. Keine Ahnung hat warum ihn alle mögen. Dabei hat er eine Ausstrahlung mit welcher man Lebensfreude verbindet. Aber auch ein Mensch, der innerlich manchmal traurig ist, dass die Welt so oberflächlich ist. Und sehr nachdenklich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich danke dir. Für alles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-3666064883843427804?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/3666064883843427804/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/05/it-attemps-to-improve-your-character.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/3666064883843427804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/3666064883843427804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/05/it-attemps-to-improve-your-character.html' title='It attemps to improve your character, know what is in your power and what is beyond it.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-3165239799945383944</id><published>2011-05-23T21:37:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T15:39:59.960+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sehnsucht'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leidenschaft'/><title type='text'>It must be the chemistry between you and I.</title><content type='html'>Ich laufe mit dir in den Sonnenuntergang. Durch bunte Blumen, hohes Gras.&lt;br /&gt;Irgendwo im Nirgendwo halten wir an und du nimmst die beschriebene Gitarre von deinem Rücken. Wir setzen uns auf die Straße und du fängst an zu spielen. Für mich. Allein.&lt;br /&gt;Ich vergesse die Fragen, was wir später machen, wie alles perfekt wird. Denn im Moment ist für mich alles perfekt. Indem du hier neben mir sitzt, spielst und singst.&lt;br /&gt;Indem du Liedtexte veränderst und mich zum Lachen bringst.&lt;br /&gt;Indem du mir tief in die Augen siehst, als wäre ich die Einzige im Universum.&lt;br /&gt;Und indem du mir mit deinen Lippen sanft über meinen Mund streichst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-khwxRsF0iI8/Tdq9-i_EezI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/psr530GPpr0/s1600/be-a24724071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610005168084253490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-khwxRsF0iI8/Tdq9-i_EezI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/psr530GPpr0/s320/be-a24724071.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es ist egal, die Welt geht drunter und drüber.&lt;br /&gt;Das Leben ist leicht, wir selbst machen es uns schwer.&lt;br /&gt;Und manchmal zählt nur der Augenblick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-3165239799945383944?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/3165239799945383944/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/05/it-must-be-chemistry-between-you-and-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/3165239799945383944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/3165239799945383944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/05/it-must-be-chemistry-between-you-and-i.html' title='It must be the chemistry between you and I.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-khwxRsF0iI8/Tdq9-i_EezI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/psr530GPpr0/s72-c/be-a24724071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-8030819892290819433</id><published>2011-05-15T14:23:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T16:22:00.493+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erinnerungen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gefühltes'/><title type='text'>Runnin`in circles, Chasin`up tails.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFWUdHnS_zI/Tc_GDKrQv0I/AAAAAAAAAUo/7Aue1dLbJIk/s1600/CF017133%2525201.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606917818807271234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFWUdHnS_zI/Tc_GDKrQv0I/AAAAAAAAAUo/7Aue1dLbJIk/s320/CF017133%2525201.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bei dem Bild muss ich an dich denken. Und das fühlt sich gut an.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-8030819892290819433?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/8030819892290819433/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/05/runninin-circles-chasinup-tails.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/8030819892290819433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/8030819892290819433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/05/runninin-circles-chasinup-tails.html' title='Runnin`in circles, Chasin`up tails.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFWUdHnS_zI/Tc_GDKrQv0I/AAAAAAAAAUo/7Aue1dLbJIk/s72-c/CF017133%2525201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-2146555454152800365</id><published>2011-05-08T15:41:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T16:21:43.338+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sehnsucht'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gefühltes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sprachlosigkeit'/><title type='text'>Ein Ding von Schönheit ist ein Glück für immer.</title><content type='html'>Fast wünschte ich mir, wir wären Schmetterlinge&lt;br /&gt;und lebten nur drei Sommertage lang.&lt;br /&gt;Drei solcher Tage mit dir könnte ich mit mehr Entzücken füllen,&lt;br /&gt;als fünfzig gewöhnliche Jahre jemals fassen könnten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZnSy5vnXfpA/Tcac9zaLXmI/AAAAAAAAATo/PSRlpQ_hJf8/s1600/Loewenzahn-a24612293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604339371895119458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZnSy5vnXfpA/Tcac9zaLXmI/AAAAAAAAATo/PSRlpQ_hJf8/s320/Loewenzahn-a24612293.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-2146555454152800365?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/2146555454152800365/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/05/ein-ding-von-schonheit-ist-ein-gluck.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/2146555454152800365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/2146555454152800365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/05/ein-ding-von-schonheit-ist-ein-gluck.html' title='Ein Ding von Schönheit ist ein Glück für immer.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZnSy5vnXfpA/Tcac9zaLXmI/AAAAAAAAATo/PSRlpQ_hJf8/s72-c/Loewenzahn-a24612293.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-7601022804221134600</id><published>2011-04-09T19:41:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T19:42:26.206+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gedachtes'/><title type='text'>He said you`ve got to love yourself.</title><content type='html'>Climb up over the top. Survey the state of the soul. You`ve got to find out for yourself whether or not you`re truly trying. Why not give it a shot? Shake it. Take control and inevitably wind up. Find out for yourself all the strengths you have inside still rising. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iQHR23E6o4o/TaCaQVtv68I/AAAAAAAAATY/AYXuaPfAKKg/s1600/hier-ist-die-oberflaeche-a24340749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593640342691769282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iQHR23E6o4o/TaCaQVtv68I/AAAAAAAAATY/AYXuaPfAKKg/s320/hier-ist-die-oberflaeche-a24340749.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-7601022804221134600?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/7601022804221134600/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/04/he-said-youve-got-to-love-yourself.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/7601022804221134600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/7601022804221134600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/04/he-said-youve-got-to-love-yourself.html' title='He said you`ve got to love yourself.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iQHR23E6o4o/TaCaQVtv68I/AAAAAAAAATY/AYXuaPfAKKg/s72-c/hier-ist-die-oberflaeche-a24340749.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-3233397469169936537</id><published>2011-04-03T13:51:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T13:55:11.842+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erinnerungen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gefühltes'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Irgendwie abweisend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 405px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591324503052638818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BWjmqIzT-mA/TZhgAuxj2mI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0YF5B_U_HC8/s320/fake-for-real-a24265438.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-3233397469169936537?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/3233397469169936537/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/3233397469169936537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/3233397469169936537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BWjmqIzT-mA/TZhgAuxj2mI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0YF5B_U_HC8/s72-c/fake-for-real-a24265438.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-7427943637713949840</id><published>2011-03-29T20:46:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T20:47:47.681+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erinnerungen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gefühltes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sprachlosigkeit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erlebtes'/><title type='text'>Somewhere with you.</title><content type='html'>Ich hatte diese beschissene Zeit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Und jetzt!? Scheiße, ich liiieeebe mein Leben! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entscheidungen. Jeden bekloppten Tag. Und alles wird irgendwie ...richtig. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ich laufe durch die Weltgeschichte und die Menschen um mich herum glotzen mich an, weil ich einfach nicht mehr aufhören kann zu lächeln! KRASS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Die Besten machen mich glücklich. Er macht mich glücklich. Diese spontanen Dinge machen mich glücklich. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Und ich...ich BIN glücklich. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unglaubliches Gefühl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HWeqsu3GtQk/TZIpNj1C6XI/AAAAAAAAATI/lwjmnadDxhk/s1600/Enjoy-the-sound-of-summer-a24241562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589575400452974962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HWeqsu3GtQk/TZIpNj1C6XI/AAAAAAAAATI/lwjmnadDxhk/s320/Enjoy-the-sound-of-summer-a24241562.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-7427943637713949840?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/7427943637713949840/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/03/somewhere-with-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/7427943637713949840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/7427943637713949840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/03/somewhere-with-you.html' title='Somewhere with you.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HWeqsu3GtQk/TZIpNj1C6XI/AAAAAAAAATI/lwjmnadDxhk/s72-c/Enjoy-the-sound-of-summer-a24241562.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-7927627878350981845</id><published>2011-03-24T19:09:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T12:00:38.164+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gefundenes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sehnsucht'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sprachlosigkeit'/><title type='text'>Geography lesson.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our teacher told us one day he would leave the school&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And sail across a warm blue sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To places he had only known from maps,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And all his live had longed to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The house he lived in was narrow and grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But in his mind`s eye he could see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sweet-scented jasmine clambering up the walls,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And green leaves burning on an orange tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He spoke of the lands he longed to visit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Where it was never drab or cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I coulnd`t understand why he never left,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And shook off our school`s stranglehold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then halfway through his final term&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He took ill and he never returned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And he never got to that place on the map&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Where the green leaves of the orange trees burned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The maps were pulled down from the classroom wall;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;His name was forgotten, it faded away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But a lesson he never knew he taught&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is with me to this day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I travel to where the green leaves burn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To where the ocean`s glass-clear and blue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To all those places my teacher taught me to love - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But which he never knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brian Patten&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587711019159007266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JMbsW1lm2v4/TYuJkSSCMCI/AAAAAAAAATA/K2B0cuCbLTw/s320/stuck-on-you-a24194438.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-7927627878350981845?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/7927627878350981845/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/03/geography-lesson.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/7927627878350981845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/7927627878350981845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/03/geography-lesson.html' title='Geography lesson.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JMbsW1lm2v4/TYuJkSSCMCI/AAAAAAAAATA/K2B0cuCbLTw/s72-c/stuck-on-you-a24194438.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-3789894924924789834</id><published>2011-03-15T19:21:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T19:33:23.231+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erinnerungen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gefühltes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sprachlosigkeit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erlebtes'/><title type='text'>Life is a magical highway!</title><content type='html'>Es ist richtig so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frag mich nicht für wie lange ich das richtig finden werde, denn ich bin so ahnungslos wie noch nie in meinem Leben. Und sogar die Ahnungslosigkeit ist richtig!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nur die eine Sache. Aber, meine Liebe, hättest du doch was gesagt. Hättest du mit mir geredet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ich wollte dir nie wehtun. Sicherlich nicht. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aber da du diese Skrupel nicht wirklich hattest, ja GAR NICHT, finde ich abstoßend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Und jetzt? Sieh dir an was du davon haben wirst.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oIkzm5y90MA/TX-wvOl3p0I/AAAAAAAAAS4/P63ZXvFwL0U/s1600/CF013642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584376388379977538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oIkzm5y90MA/TX-wvOl3p0I/AAAAAAAAAS4/P63ZXvFwL0U/s320/CF013642.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-3789894924924789834?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/3789894924924789834/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/03/life-is-magical-highway.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/3789894924924789834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/3789894924924789834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/03/life-is-magical-highway.html' title='Life is a magical highway!'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oIkzm5y90MA/TX-wvOl3p0I/AAAAAAAAAS4/P63ZXvFwL0U/s72-c/CF013642.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-3292283206484561760</id><published>2011-03-13T12:27:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T12:28:16.150+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gedachtes'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>The difference between promises and memories?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We break promises.&lt;br /&gt;Memories break us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-3292283206484561760?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/3292283206484561760/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/3292283206484561760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/3292283206484561760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-6762613309470948328</id><published>2011-03-11T12:26:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T12:41:44.372+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sommer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erinnerungen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gedachtes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erlebtes'/><title type='text'>Where is the light in your deep dark room? A shock of light could save you from the shadow.</title><content type='html'>Die Freude über Sonne macht uns leichtsinnig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wir gehen an Orte, wo wir nicht sein dürften.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wir tun spontane Dinge, ohne über die Folgen nachzudenken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Und dann heimsen wir uns den Ärger ein.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aber wisst ihr was!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Es ist mir scheiß-s&lt;em&gt;cheiß-SCHEIß-&lt;/em&gt;Egal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ich mag diesen Adrenalinstoß, wenn ich verbotene Dinge tue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ich bereue vielleicht manche Dinge im Nachhinein.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aber ich lerne aus diesen Fehlern &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(zumindest aus manchen).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Und das macht mich aus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meine Persönlichkeit und mein ganzes Sein.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Und ich kann nicht verstehen, wie sich andere verbiegen, nur um ja gut aufzufallen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scheiß doch drauf was andere denken! Mach dein Ding!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Js3305UY-bE/TXoKF1aoNcI/AAAAAAAAASw/plJGPoJtFts/s1600/Wiesen-Urwald-a24067898.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582785783433541058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Js3305UY-bE/TXoKF1aoNcI/AAAAAAAAASw/plJGPoJtFts/s320/Wiesen-Urwald-a24067898.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-6762613309470948328?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/6762613309470948328/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/03/where-is-light-in-your-deep-dark-room.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/6762613309470948328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/6762613309470948328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/03/where-is-light-in-your-deep-dark-room.html' title='Where is the light in your deep dark room? A shock of light could save you from the shadow.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Js3305UY-bE/TXoKF1aoNcI/AAAAAAAAASw/plJGPoJtFts/s72-c/Wiesen-Urwald-a24067898.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-8412694728378707143</id><published>2011-03-06T18:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T18:19:15.088+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verwirrung'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erinnerungen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sehnsucht'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sprachlosigkeit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erlebtes'/><title type='text'>Seiltänzer tanz für uns, schneller, wilder, immer weiter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Entscheide dich endlich ob du dieser ignorante arrogante Volltrottel bist oder dieser zuckersüße Romantiker!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bitte!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-8412694728378707143?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/8412694728378707143/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/03/seiltanzer-tanz-fur-uns-schneller.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/8412694728378707143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/8412694728378707143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/03/seiltanzer-tanz-fur-uns-schneller.html' title='Seiltänzer tanz für uns, schneller, wilder, immer weiter!'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-1030272347668912511</id><published>2011-03-01T19:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T19:42:02.258+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verhasstes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freunde'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erinnerungen'/><title type='text'>Personality can open doors, but only character can keep them open.</title><content type='html'>Du warst immer so liebenswürdig. Ein bisschen schüchtern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Du bist mit faszinierten Augen durch die Welt gegangen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Als würden kleine glitzernde Elfen um dich herumfliegen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Denk daran, wenn du dich das nächste Mal im Spiegel ansiehst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MHAHAVYMlFk/TW09oLOhFbI/AAAAAAAAASo/Z0eHyd5CGjA/s1600/ruine-a23974270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579183273799652786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MHAHAVYMlFk/TW09oLOhFbI/AAAAAAAAASo/Z0eHyd5CGjA/s320/ruine-a23974270.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-1030272347668912511?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/1030272347668912511/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/03/personality-can-open-doors-but-only.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/1030272347668912511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/1030272347668912511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/03/personality-can-open-doors-but-only.html' title='Personality can open doors, but only character can keep them open.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MHAHAVYMlFk/TW09oLOhFbI/AAAAAAAAASo/Z0eHyd5CGjA/s72-c/ruine-a23974270.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-7883893335958872391</id><published>2011-02-17T17:43:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T17:55:00.585+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gehörtes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erinnerungen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sehnsucht'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gefühltes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gedachtes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erlebtes'/><title type='text'>Ich liebe den Sound von deinem Herzen, wenn es schlägt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Du hörst diese Melodie und langsam musst du mitsummen.&lt;br /&gt;Plötzlich bist du 8 Monate hinterher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Riechst wieder den sommerlichen Geruch von damals, der dir ein Lächeln ins Gesicht zaubert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Siehst wieder die untergehende Sonne an Abenden, an denen du gejauchzt hast vor Freude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Schmeckst wieder Alkohol, Rauch und andere kurzweilige Affären.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fühlst wieder Dinge unter deinen Fingern, die du vergessen geglaubt hast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Erinnerst dich wieder daran wie es war.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574702807512993106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ja00EDzwVOE/TV1SqtovTVI/AAAAAAAAASg/MKUd4tCyoNs/s320/Chuck-Taylor-a19654545.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-7883893335958872391?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/7883893335958872391/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/02/ich-liebe-den-sound-von-deinem-herzen.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/7883893335958872391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/7883893335958872391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/02/ich-liebe-den-sound-von-deinem-herzen.html' title='Ich liebe den Sound von deinem Herzen, wenn es schlägt.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ja00EDzwVOE/TV1SqtovTVI/AAAAAAAAASg/MKUd4tCyoNs/s72-c/Chuck-Taylor-a19654545.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-2486646624294874087</id><published>2011-02-12T21:37:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T21:44:31.602+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erinnerungen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leidenschaft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gefühltes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gedachtes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erlebtes'/><title type='text'>Love of mine. Someday you will die. But I`ll be close behind. I`ll follow you into the dark.</title><content type='html'>"Also heißt das du bist damit einverstanden?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ja. Bin ich."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jetzt küss mich doch endlich!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hffDjpHGwrM/TVbxC1XDiGI/AAAAAAAAASY/jh8_jMfig7k/s1600/der-kuss-war-viel-zu-kurz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572906619903379554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hffDjpHGwrM/TVbxC1XDiGI/AAAAAAAAASY/jh8_jMfig7k/s320/der-kuss-war-viel-zu-kurz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-2486646624294874087?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/2486646624294874087/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/02/love-of-mine-someday-you-will-die-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/2486646624294874087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/2486646624294874087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/02/love-of-mine-someday-you-will-die-but.html' title='Love of mine. Someday you will die. But I`ll be close behind. I`ll follow you into the dark.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hffDjpHGwrM/TVbxC1XDiGI/AAAAAAAAASY/jh8_jMfig7k/s72-c/der-kuss-war-viel-zu-kurz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-3527353305049833944</id><published>2011-02-07T20:19:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T20:41:02.483+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schmerz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gefühltes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gedachtes'/><title type='text'>You know, you didn`t care.</title><content type='html'>Sie stütze sich am Waschbecken ab, und sah sich selbst im Spiegel an.&lt;br /&gt;Sah an, wie ihr die Tränen immer schneller die Wangen herunterliefen.&lt;br /&gt;Sie merkte schon jetzt dass ihr die Zeit ablief. Wollte wissen wie es weitergeht.&lt;br /&gt;Wollte wissen wen sie noch alles verlieren würde. Was sie alles erreichen würde.&lt;br /&gt;Sie war nicht naiv genug zu denken dass alles einen guten Ausweg haben würde.&lt;br /&gt;Sie würde in ihrem ganzen Leben noch lachen und weinen, lieben und hassen, vergeben und verurteilen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sie wollte glücklich sein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TVBKrLRoLxI/AAAAAAAAASQ/b5tdNxmU_eQ/s1600/image-a23768658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571034844678860562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TVBKrLRoLxI/AAAAAAAAASQ/b5tdNxmU_eQ/s320/image-a23768658.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-3527353305049833944?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/3527353305049833944/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-know-you-didnt-care.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/3527353305049833944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/3527353305049833944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-know-you-didnt-care.html' title='You know, you didn`t care.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TVBKrLRoLxI/AAAAAAAAASQ/b5tdNxmU_eQ/s72-c/image-a23768658.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-9110256702435767229</id><published>2011-02-06T20:02:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T20:16:07.850+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erinnerungen'/><title type='text'>Write down the advice of him who loves you, though you like it not at present.</title><content type='html'>Leise wiederholte er diese wenigen Worte. Immer und immer wieder.&lt;br /&gt;Lässt mich Hoffnung schöpfen, obwohl ich weiß, dass es zu spät ist.&lt;br /&gt;Der Gedanke daran, dass ich nichts getan habe lässt mich wünschen zu sterben.&lt;br /&gt;Und doch sind da diese Worte.&lt;br /&gt;Kleine Worte die mich davor retten mich selbst zu erdrosseln oder zu ertränken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alles wird gut.&lt;/em&gt; - Aber nichts wird so werden wie es einmal war&lt;em&gt;.&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570657150589739122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TU7zKfJkIHI/AAAAAAAAASI/ZHEAq-o-o88/s320/oceanic-a23747170.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-9110256702435767229?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/9110256702435767229/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/02/write-down-advice-of-him-who-loves-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/9110256702435767229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/9110256702435767229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/02/write-down-advice-of-him-who-loves-you.html' title='Write down the advice of him who loves you, though you like it not at present.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TU7zKfJkIHI/AAAAAAAAASI/ZHEAq-o-o88/s72-c/oceanic-a23747170.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-7323021371801546200</id><published>2011-02-03T20:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T20:43:22.454+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gefundenes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erinnerungen'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bleib hier bis der Mond aufgeht,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;die Welt die Augen schließt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bleib hier bis die Nacht anbricht,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;der Tag am Ende steht.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bitte lass mich nicht allein.&lt;br /&gt;Nicht schon wieder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TUsFNB06WsI/AAAAAAAAARc/fmQWpCx3vmg/s1600/38810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 293px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569551085560552130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TUsFNB06WsI/AAAAAAAAARc/fmQWpCx3vmg/s320/38810.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-7323021371801546200?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/7323021371801546200/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/02/bleib-hier-bis-der-mond-aufgeht-die.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/7323021371801546200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/7323021371801546200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/02/bleib-hier-bis-der-mond-aufgeht-die.html' title=''/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TUsFNB06WsI/AAAAAAAAARc/fmQWpCx3vmg/s72-c/38810.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-8290031530364313303</id><published>2011-02-03T20:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T20:21:02.582+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gefühltes'/><title type='text'>Nobody`s perfect.</title><content type='html'>You`re the apple to my pie.&lt;br /&gt;You`re the straw to my berry.&lt;br /&gt;You`re the smoke to my high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You`re the one for me.&lt;br /&gt;And I`m the one for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don`t you know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-8290031530364313303?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/8290031530364313303/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/02/nobodys-perfect.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/8290031530364313303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/8290031530364313303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/02/nobodys-perfect.html' title='Nobody`s perfect.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-1584780647604855234</id><published>2011-01-30T12:16:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T12:18:38.347+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gehörtes'/><title type='text'>Asshole!</title><content type='html'>Jetzt fühle ich nur noch Abneigung.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-1584780647604855234?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-6208064583573705072</id><published>2011-01-29T15:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T15:18:31.995+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gedachtes'/><title type='text'>Alles nur für dich.</title><content type='html'>Ich wollte so gerne.&lt;br /&gt;Könnte so gerne.&lt;br /&gt;Könnte es doch sein...es wäre zu schön.&lt;br /&gt;Nicht für mich.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-6208064583573705072?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-4728970899746039657</id><published>2011-01-29T10:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T10:31:05.520+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erinnerungen'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love it when you sing to me.&lt;br /&gt;And you can sing me anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-4728970899746039657?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/4728970899746039657/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-love-it-when-you-sing-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/4728970899746039657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/4728970899746039657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-love-it-when-you-sing-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-3274232345766462749</id><published>2011-01-23T15:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T15:47:28.609+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jungs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erinnerungen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gefühltes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erlebtes'/><title type='text'>You make me smile.</title><content type='html'>Und du schleichst dich in meine Gedanken und ich ertappe mich dabei wie ich lächeln muss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-3274232345766462749?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-62429208307153065</id><published>2011-01-21T15:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T15:32:58.162+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sehnsucht'/><title type='text'>I know it well.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then the snow started falling.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We were stuck out in your car,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You were rubbing both of my hands,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chewing on a candy bar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You said: "Ain`t this just like the present&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to be showing up like this."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As the moon waned to crescent,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We started to kiss.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-62429208307153065?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/62429208307153065/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-know-it-well.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/62429208307153065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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could be the start of something beautiful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Sie war vollkommen verloren in diesem Gefühl,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Es fühlte sich an wie Zucker auf der Zunge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564298732264613474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TThcN1DJ5mI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Wf3POMIDIXs/s320/manchmal-a23592258.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-6043589412867845846?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/6043589412867845846/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link 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style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563183776858124850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TTRmK4fYMjI/AAAAAAAAARI/5Gmazvii4oU/s320/time-stopt-moving-a23568377.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-8214512284071168601?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/8214512284071168601/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/01/sky-starts-to-rain-on-me-as-i-attempt.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-8369527317588430888</id><published>2011-01-09T18:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T18:55:43.666+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Krankhaftes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gefühltes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gedachtes'/><title type='text'>Tell me!</title><content type='html'>Wieso habe ich das Recht, mich in anderer Leute Leben einzumischen, obwohl ich noch nicht einmal selber weiß, was ich will?&lt;br /&gt;Das ist doch krank! Ich will wissen was in mir vorgeht, wieso ich Hochs und Tiefs habe, wieso was warum??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was will ich?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-8369527317588430888?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/8369527317588430888/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/01/tell-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/8369527317588430888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/8369527317588430888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2011/01/tell-me.html' title='Tell me!'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-2718942053259761896</id><published>2010-12-31T15:49:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T15:50:51.621+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Krankhaftes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sprachlosigkeit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gedachtes'/><title type='text'>Too fast!</title><content type='html'>Und die Tage rennen dahin und haben vergessen mich an der Hand zu nehmen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-2718942053259761896?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/2718942053259761896/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/12/too-fast.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/2718942053259761896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/2718942053259761896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/12/too-fast.html' title='Too fast!'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-5321559548641763934</id><published>2010-12-25T20:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T20:37:37.440+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geschriebenes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gefühltes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gedachtes'/><title type='text'>Dust in the wind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Sie stand auf dem Berg.&lt;br /&gt;Ihre Haare wehten im kalten Wind.&lt;br /&gt;Und dachte zurück. An alles Vergangene in diesem schnellen, langen Jahr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So viel ereignisreiches, woran sie sich noch lange erinnern wird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554706148005410594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TRZHz7-KdyI/AAAAAAAAARA/Um7O_5l79IM/s320/436788263_dcec3072bd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Doch so viele Fehler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-5321559548641763934?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/5321559548641763934/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/12/dust-in-wind.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/5321559548641763934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/5321559548641763934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/12/dust-in-wind.html' title='Dust in the wind.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TRZHz7-KdyI/AAAAAAAAARA/Um7O_5l79IM/s72-c/436788263_dcec3072bd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-36987997949063829</id><published>2010-12-20T17:50:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T17:56:22.385+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gefühltes'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Soothe me with your kindness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552809315371203250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TQ-KpvwuOrI/AAAAAAAAAQs/nCHF5lEEb4E/s320/dygh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-36987997949063829?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/36987997949063829/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/36987997949063829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/36987997949063829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TQ-KpvwuOrI/AAAAAAAAAQs/nCHF5lEEb4E/s72-c/dygh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-3597135710488611408</id><published>2010-12-17T17:38:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T17:40:12.722+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geschriebenes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erinnerungen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geheimnisse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gefühltes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gedachtes'/><title type='text'>Life is something that happens when you can`t get to sleep.</title><content type='html'>Sie stehen an einer Ecke und drehen sich Zigaretten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sie liegen an der Donau. Jeder mit einem Whiskey in der Hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sie tanzen lachend auf einem Balkon. Weil sie davor gekifft haben.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sie sind erst knappe 16 Jahre alt und doch tun sie Dinge, die sie nicht machen dürften.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Die sie strafbar machen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinge, die durch Gefahr zu dem besten Adrenalinkick werden können.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ältere sagen dazu, dass die "Kleinen" sich nur cool fühlen wollen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dabei wollen sie nur verdrängen und vergessen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TQuSVCxPhxI/AAAAAAAAAQc/xgRTWCdNBVk/s1600/Smoking-a23173375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 232px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551691855882585874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TQuSVCxPhxI/AAAAAAAAAQc/xgRTWCdNBVk/s320/Smoking-a23173375.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-3597135710488611408?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/3597135710488611408/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/12/life-is-something-that-happens-when-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/3597135710488611408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/3597135710488611408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/12/life-is-something-that-happens-when-you.html' title='Life is something that happens when you can`t get to sleep.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TQuSVCxPhxI/AAAAAAAAAQc/xgRTWCdNBVk/s72-c/Smoking-a23173375.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-4116134107949370729</id><published>2010-12-12T13:45:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T13:45:42.924+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geschriebenes'/><title type='text'>Just a dream.</title><content type='html'>If you ever loved somebody, put your hands up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TQTD1G3msEI/AAAAAAAAAQM/mZ8_j5TQ-Jw/s1600/I-forgot-the-world-around-me-a23227693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 229px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549775957971611714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TQTD1G3msEI/AAAAAAAAAQM/mZ8_j5TQ-Jw/s320/I-forgot-the-world-around-me-a23227693.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-4116134107949370729?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/4116134107949370729/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/4116134107949370729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/4116134107949370729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-dream.html' title='Just a dream.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TQTD1G3msEI/AAAAAAAAAQM/mZ8_j5TQ-Jw/s72-c/I-forgot-the-world-around-me-a23227693.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-4239337363294639308</id><published>2010-12-04T22:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T23:12:25.492+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sehnsucht'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gedachtes'/><title type='text'>Peggio del diavolo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Solo il nome è una poesia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546953403983813618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TPq8u14ZW_I/AAAAAAAAAQE/hwN51au2_OU/s320/CF015514.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-4239337363294639308?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/4239337363294639308/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/12/peggio-del-diavolo.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/4239337363294639308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/4239337363294639308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/12/peggio-del-diavolo.html' title='Peggio del diavolo.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TPq8u14ZW_I/AAAAAAAAAQE/hwN51au2_OU/s72-c/CF015514.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-7553863793734272666</id><published>2010-12-04T22:50:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T22:50:45.190+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gefundenes'/><title type='text'>Silent.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Man lebt ruhiger,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wenn man nicht alles sagt, was man weiß, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nicht alles glaubt, was man hört &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;und über den Rest einfach nur lächelt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546947771362033314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TPq3m-utvqI/AAAAAAAAAP8/igmiVT2zCog/s320/Deine-Hand-an-meinermeine-Handschuhe-an-deinendeine-warmen-Wangendeine-Lippen-an-meinen-a23163587.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-7553863793734272666?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/7553863793734272666/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/12/silent.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/7553863793734272666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/7553863793734272666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/12/silent.html' title='Silent.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TPq3m-utvqI/AAAAAAAAAP8/igmiVT2zCog/s72-c/Deine-Hand-an-meinermeine-Handschuhe-an-deinendeine-warmen-Wangendeine-Lippen-an-meinen-a23163587.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-6056649154423686929</id><published>2010-12-02T20:11:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T20:30:38.628+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erinnerungen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sehnsucht'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geheimnisse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leidenschaft'/><title type='text'>Dark pulsating heart.</title><content type='html'>Das darf nicht sein. Du bist mein Suchtmittel.&lt;br /&gt;Du schadest mir. Durch deine Blicke, deine Berührungen, deine bloße Anwesenheit.&lt;br /&gt;Das hätte niemals passieren dürfen. Dass wir uns begegnen und DAS daraus wird.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Gott und wie ich dich dafür hasse.&lt;br /&gt;Du bist wie ein Mörder, der mich qualvoll sterben lassen will.&lt;br /&gt;Ich weiß, dass du nicht der Richtige bist. Und doch komme ich einfach nicht los von dir.&lt;br /&gt;Ich könnte lachen und weinen, wenn ich an dich denke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TPfzc89OC2I/AAAAAAAAAP0/hJtF9Ytw3G0/s1600/Liebe-a22991214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546169144854842210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TPfzc89OC2I/AAAAAAAAAP0/hJtF9Ytw3G0/s320/Liebe-a22991214.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...aber es &lt;em&gt;darf&lt;/em&gt; eben nicht sein.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-6056649154423686929?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TPfzc89OC2I/AAAAAAAAAP0/hJtF9Ytw3G0/s72-c/Liebe-a22991214.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-135565822428236856</id><published>2010-12-02T19:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T20:00:16.131+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Selbstbetrachtung'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Krankhaftes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erinnerungen'/><title type='text'>Life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Wie du das alles machst ist bewundernswert!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Nein, ganz bestimmt nicht..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Was dann?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Es ist &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;erbärmlich&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-135565822428236856?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/135565822428236856/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/12/life.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/135565822428236856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/135565822428236856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/12/life.html' title='Life?'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-2872247869849927163</id><published>2010-11-30T19:51:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T19:57:39.727+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gefundenes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sehnsucht'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leidenschaft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gedachtes'/><title type='text'>In those days in the circus I was truly happy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TPVJDg09F5I/AAAAAAAAAPs/P4ZZShJRoLk/s1600/circus-video-fireworks-pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545418840877111186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TPVJDg09F5I/AAAAAAAAAPs/P4ZZShJRoLk/s320/circus-video-fireworks-pic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ich hab getanzt, ich hab geweint, ich hab geschrien vor Glück. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hol der Teufel meine Seele, ich will zu dir zurück.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ich hab getanzt als gäbs kein Morgen mehr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-2872247869849927163?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TPVJDg09F5I/AAAAAAAAAPs/P4ZZShJRoLk/s72-c/circus-video-fireworks-pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-1422752009466786136</id><published>2010-11-25T19:34:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T19:34:58.604+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Krankhaftes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erinnerungen'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Kreativität = Null&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-1422752009466786136?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/1422752009466786136/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/1422752009466786136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/1422752009466786136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post_25.html' title='...'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-2303185144992699758</id><published>2010-11-25T19:31:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T19:34:08.798+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gefühltes'/><title type='text'>Headache.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Manchmal wünsche ich mir unsichtbar zu sein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543557364287321618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TO6sDUJYthI/AAAAAAAAAPk/X6fywinDh_I/s320/unsichtbar4.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-2303185144992699758?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/2303185144992699758/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/11/headache.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/2303185144992699758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/2303185144992699758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/11/headache.html' title='Headache.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TO6sDUJYthI/AAAAAAAAAPk/X6fywinDh_I/s72-c/unsichtbar4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-8725624996562187072</id><published>2010-11-16T22:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T22:50:00.894+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gefundenes'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img class="gl_size" border="0" alt="Schriftgrad" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" /&gt;"Eigentlich ist der einzige Grund, dass ich noch lebe die Liebe."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dieter Nuhr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-8725624996562187072?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/8725624996562187072/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/8725624996562187072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/8725624996562187072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-3618520994333854346</id><published>2010-11-14T19:00:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T19:33:46.194+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gedachtes'/><title type='text'>Don`t want to look at it any longer.</title><content type='html'>Mach die Augen zu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ich will damit nicht sagen, dass es besser wird, aber du musst wenigstens nicht mehr die Scheiße um dich herum ansehen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TOArc0uGh_I/AAAAAAAAAPc/8T7Lc6AB-3Y/s1600/The-Start-of-Something-Beautiful-a22923059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 154px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539475315854051314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TOArc0uGh_I/AAAAAAAAAPc/8T7Lc6AB-3Y/s320/The-Start-of-Something-Beautiful-a22923059.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-3618520994333854346?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TOArc0uGh_I/AAAAAAAAAPc/8T7Lc6AB-3Y/s72-c/The-Start-of-Something-Beautiful-a22923059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-5340880498204089638</id><published>2010-11-10T18:17:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T18:23:55.112+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angst'/><title type='text'>Inside myself is a place where I live all alone and that's where you renew your springs that never dry up.</title><content type='html'>Du warst immer an meiner Seite. Aber ich weiß, dass sich das bald ändern wird. Zu bald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ich liebe dich, aber ich sehe keine Alternative. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Und bald werde ich auch dich nicht mehr haben. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Und dann stehe ich an der nächsten Kreuzung und du bist nicht mehr da, um mir zu helfen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Und dabei hast du wahrscheinlich schon zu viel für mich getan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aber ich habe Angst. So unglaubliche Angst wie noch nie zuvor in meinem Leben.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TNrTYe9433I/AAAAAAAAAPM/7P_J8fx-3Js/s1600/Holocaust-Denkmal-Berlin-a22928463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537971109388410738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TNrTYe9433I/AAAAAAAAAPM/7P_J8fx-3Js/s320/Holocaust-Denkmal-Berlin-a22928463.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-5340880498204089638?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/5340880498204089638/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/11/inside-myself-is-place-where-i-live-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/5340880498204089638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/5340880498204089638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/11/inside-myself-is-place-where-i-live-all.html' title='Inside myself is a place where I live all alone and that&apos;s where you renew your springs that never dry up.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TNrTYe9433I/AAAAAAAAAPM/7P_J8fx-3Js/s72-c/Holocaust-Denkmal-Berlin-a22928463.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-3664274862649455302</id><published>2010-11-10T18:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T18:09:27.233+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verhasstes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erinnerungen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gefühltes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erlebtes'/><title type='text'>You know that I`m right.</title><content type='html'>Jeder sagt man soll ehrlich sein. Immer. Lehrt sogar die Kirche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Und ja, ich bin ehrlich. Aber die Wahrheit tut oft mehr weh, als die Lüge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Die Wahrheit schnürt uns die Kehle zu, lässt uns zittern und weinen und schreien.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Und dabei ist es egal, ob man jemand Anderem schreckliche Wahrheiten sagt, oder ob man es am eigenen Leib zu spüren bekommt. Man kann auch nichts dagegen tun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gegen liebenswerte Personen, die mit kleinen Worten das zerstören, was du gerade hast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dir einen Dolch ins Herz stoßen, dich verbluten lassen und deine inneren Schreie ignorieren.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Und doch lässt du dir nichts anmerken, versuchst, die Tränen aus den Augen zu verbannen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aber du kannst den Schmerz nicht ewig zurückhalten. Und manchmal kommt er einfach in falschen Momenten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Die Wahrheit ist das Schmerzhafteste, was man einem Anderen antun kann.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TNrRcOX8JaI/AAAAAAAAAPE/vEY_3MOXBkw/s1600/Schrift-ist-ein-System-von-Zeichen-a22941077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 197px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537968974630495650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TNrRcOX8JaI/AAAAAAAAAPE/vEY_3MOXBkw/s320/Schrift-ist-ein-System-von-Zeichen-a22941077.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-3664274862649455302?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/3664274862649455302/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-know-that-im-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/3664274862649455302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/3664274862649455302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-know-that-im-right.html' title='You know that I`m right.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TNrRcOX8JaI/AAAAAAAAAPE/vEY_3MOXBkw/s72-c/Schrift-ist-ein-System-von-Zeichen-a22941077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-4731692663784416307</id><published>2010-10-30T15:04:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T15:08:12.144+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Selbstbetrachtung'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erinnerungen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sprachlosigkeit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gedachtes'/><title type='text'>Just a game?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Kommt! Wir spielen ein Spiel! Is ganz leicht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pille Palle alle pralle, 5 Tage wach...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533825163954958770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TMwYqsqnMbI/AAAAAAAAAO0/u8_JhtKw2WY/s320/Whats-this-a22828286.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Merken wir selbst eigentlich noch, dass wir uns nur selbst vergessen wollen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-4731692663784416307?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/4731692663784416307/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/4731692663784416307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/4731692663784416307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-game.html' title='Just a game?'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TMwYqsqnMbI/AAAAAAAAAO0/u8_JhtKw2WY/s72-c/Whats-this-a22828286.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-5459927751152152084</id><published>2010-10-26T18:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T18:59:14.526+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Träume'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verwirrung'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Selbstbetrachtung'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pläne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Krankhaftes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erinnerungen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gedachtes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erlebtes'/><title type='text'>Wait! Hold on! The time runs away! It hates me!</title><content type='html'>Ich bin mir sicher, dass ich Musik nehme. Kein Kunst. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Is nich so mein Ding :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIT! Additum. Aber jetzt hat man mich, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ein nur knappe 1.64 großes, 15-jähriges Wesen, das nur eine kleine Vorstellung davon hat, was es in der Zukunft mal machen möchte,&lt;/span&gt; vor dieses Ultimatum gestellt. Das wird sich jetzt wohl für die meisten ein bisschen seehr strange anhören, aber ich kann mich nicht entscheiden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gesang oder Klavier. Gesang oder Klavier! Gesang ODER Klavier!&lt;br /&gt;Voraussetzungen.&lt;br /&gt;Klavier: mindestens 5 Tage die Woche 30 Minuten üben (Ich bin bei 7 mal die Woche 2-8 Stunden täglich üben; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nennt mich einen Freak, aber ich kann nicht anders&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Gesang: Klassisches und Modernes singen können; Kopf- sowohl als auch Bauchstimme perfekt beherrschen; Gesangsunterricht haben. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Durch Zufall habe ich alle Kriterien erfüllt. Suuuuper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich will einfach am liebsten BEIDES machen &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(jaa... die Rettung kommt bei mir eindeutig zu spät!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;und jetzt bin ich am Verzweifeln was ich wirklich machen soll!? Verdammt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-5459927751152152084?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/5459927751152152084/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/10/wait-hold-on-time-runs-away-it-hates-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/5459927751152152084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/5459927751152152084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/10/wait-hold-on-time-runs-away-it-hates-me.html' title='Wait! Hold on! The time runs away! It hates me!'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-3995481987631816695</id><published>2010-10-22T23:42:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T23:42:37.585+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erinnerungen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gefühltes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erlebtes'/><title type='text'>Energy is the essence of life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ich hätte am liebsten meine Jacke ausgezogen und sie zusammen mit meiner Tasche auf den Boden geworfen. Und dann wäre ich losgelaufen. Wäre gelaufen wie noch nie zuvor in meinem Leben.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aber ich bin ja Realistin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Deswegen hab ich diesen Drang in die hinterste Ecke meines Kopfes verbannt und bin einfach weitergegangen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wie fühlt es sich an, so einen Drang zuzulassen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 356px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530988850715788690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TMIFDiePhZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/xYd7T_AWDoQ/s320/fuer-keine-Kohle-dieser-Welt-a22753046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-3995481987631816695?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/3995481987631816695/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/10/energy-is-essence-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/3995481987631816695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/3995481987631816695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/10/energy-is-essence-of-life.html' title='Energy is the essence of life.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TMIFDiePhZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/xYd7T_AWDoQ/s72-c/fuer-keine-Kohle-dieser-Welt-a22753046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-6329199914085735793</id><published>2010-10-20T14:46:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T14:46:11.327+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liebe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erinnerungen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erlebtes'/><title type='text'>Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TL7keDhvwdI/AAAAAAAAAOk/5DWZYaqHDP8/s1600/und-wirklich-alles-an-einem-zu-lieben-a22727040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 101px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530108597451604434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TL7keDhvwdI/AAAAAAAAAOk/5DWZYaqHDP8/s320/und-wirklich-alles-an-einem-zu-lieben-a22727040.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Du stehst vor mir.&lt;br /&gt;Unsere Hände berühren sich ganz leicht.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wir sind stumm wie Fische.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wir sehen uns nur lange und tief in die Augen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kaum zu glauben, wie schön manche Momente im Leben sein können.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-6329199914085735793?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/6329199914085735793/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/10/nothing-takes-taste-out-of-peanut.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/6329199914085735793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/6329199914085735793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/10/nothing-takes-taste-out-of-peanut.html' title='Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TL7keDhvwdI/AAAAAAAAAOk/5DWZYaqHDP8/s72-c/und-wirklich-alles-an-einem-zu-lieben-a22727040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-8956537823073977328</id><published>2010-10-18T14:50:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T15:00:31.561+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gehörtes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gefundenes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sprachlosigkeit'/><title type='text'>"Und manchmal geht man daran fast kaputt."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; "Vielleicht kennt es auch manch einer von euch oder hat es auch schon mal erlebt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dass er einen sehr guten Freund hat oder eine sehr gute Freundin, und irgendwann... man sieht sich jeden Tag und irgendwann wird da vielleicht so bisschen mehr als nur Freundschaft draus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Man will sich des selber gar nich eingestehen und der Andere will es auch nicht wirklich wahr haben, was da gerade passiert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Und man traut sich aber niemals es zu sagen, weil man Angst hat das kaputtzumachen, was man schon hat.&lt;br /&gt;Und manchmal geht man daran fast kaputt."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Philipp Poisel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529370005176651810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TLxEuU5BECI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Eo3l_SQrKeY/s320/zum-traeumen-a17937564.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-8956537823073977328?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/8956537823073977328/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/10/und-manchmal-geht-man-daran-fast-kaputt.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/8956537823073977328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/8956537823073977328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/10/und-manchmal-geht-man-daran-fast-kaputt.html' title='&quot;Und manchmal geht man daran fast kaputt.&quot;'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TLxEuU5BECI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Eo3l_SQrKeY/s72-c/zum-traeumen-a17937564.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-8114618769177012936</id><published>2010-10-17T20:04:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T20:05:22.064+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erinnerungen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schmerz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gefühltes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erlebtes'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ich kann nicht mehr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-8114618769177012936?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/8114618769177012936/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post_17.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/8114618769177012936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/8114618769177012936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post_17.html' title='...'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-5539006957836370540</id><published>2010-10-17T18:50:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T19:31:06.875+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verhasstes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geschriebenes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Selbstbetrachtung'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Krankhaftes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erinnerungen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gefühltes'/><title type='text'>The farther behind I leave the past, the closer I am to forging my own character.</title><content type='html'>Wieso? Wieso mögt ihr mich? Was findet ihr an mir toll?&lt;br /&gt;Wenn ich an mich selber denke, wie ich mich verhalte, den ganzen Tag, dann versteh ich die Welt nicht mehr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ich fluche, mache andere Leute gnadenlos runter, wenn sie mir irgendwie blöd kommen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ich lasse meine Wut an meinen Freunden aus, indem ich lautstark über die Gründe rede.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ich bin nervig mit meinem lauten Lachen und meinem breiten Lächeln. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Merkt ihr nicht wie künstlich ich bin??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ich bin kaotisch und so verpeilt, dass es an pure Dummheit grenzt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ich setze mein glückliches Gesicht auf und hoffe, dass niemand etwas merkt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ich will immer meinen Kopf durchsetzen, und bin beleidigt, wenn ich meinen Willen nicht bekomme. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ich bin doch so bescheuert!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ich habe den ganzen Tag nur ein einziges für mich interessantes Gesprächsthema. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ich jammere ständig. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Wieso sagt ihr mir nicht einfach, dass ich mal mein Maul halten soll??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ich verstehe euch alle einfach nicht.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ich bin schrecklich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TLsyrBzJGcI/AAAAAAAAAOM/7TQREUCmpxk/s1600/We-Are-All-Illuminated-a22697184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529068682326120898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TLsyrBzJGcI/AAAAAAAAAOM/7TQREUCmpxk/s320/We-Are-All-Illuminated-a22697184.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-5539006957836370540?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/5539006957836370540/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/10/farther-behind-i-leave-past-closer-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/5539006957836370540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/5539006957836370540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/10/farther-behind-i-leave-past-closer-i-am.html' title='The farther behind I leave the past, the closer I am to forging my own character.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TLsyrBzJGcI/AAAAAAAAAOM/7TQREUCmpxk/s72-c/We-Are-All-Illuminated-a22697184.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-4984078541254412590</id><published>2010-10-15T22:12:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T22:14:12.988+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geschriebenes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Krankhaftes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gefühltes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gedachtes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erlebtes'/><title type='text'>If I have lost confidence in myself, I have the universe against me.</title><content type='html'>Sie liebte Kontrolle. Sie brauchte Kontrolle. Es war wie mit Sauerstoff; zum Leben notwendig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wenn sie in der Sonne schaukelte, mit Schmetterlingen, die sie umkreisten.&lt;br /&gt;Wenn sie in Tagträumen versank.&lt;br /&gt;Wenn sie ihre Pflichten erfüllte, weil man es von ihr erwartete.&lt;br /&gt;Dann hatte sie immer ihre geliebte Kontrolle.&lt;br /&gt;Sie war so sicher, dass sie ihr nie abhanden kommen könnte. Zu sicher.&lt;br /&gt;Der Druck auf ihren Schultern belastete sie.&lt;br /&gt;Das Stimmengewirr um sie herum ließ sie fast durchdrehen.&lt;br /&gt;Und dann kam ihr ein einziges Mal ihre Kontrolle abhanden.&lt;br /&gt;Und sie konnte nicht mehr aufhören zu schreien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TLi1C6fFpQI/AAAAAAAAAOE/si-9o-BA3ZQ/s1600/Where-are-we-Arizona-a22635474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 386px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528367604261299458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TLi1C6fFpQI/AAAAAAAAAOE/si-9o-BA3ZQ/s320/Where-are-we-Arizona-a22635474.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Auch die Stärksten haben einmal ihre schwachen Momente)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-4984078541254412590?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/4984078541254412590/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/10/if-i-have-lost-confidence-in-myself-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/4984078541254412590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/4984078541254412590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/10/if-i-have-lost-confidence-in-myself-i.html' title='If I have lost confidence in myself, I have the universe against me.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TLi1C6fFpQI/AAAAAAAAAOE/si-9o-BA3ZQ/s72-c/Where-are-we-Arizona-a22635474.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-7332733664207892406</id><published>2010-10-14T17:27:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T17:28:00.586+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erinnerungen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schmerz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gefühltes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erlebtes'/><title type='text'>Friendship is certainly the finest balm for the pangs of a disappointed love.</title><content type='html'>3 Jugendliche sitzen an einem kleinen Tischchen in einem Cafè. Man kann nicht mehr Mädchen zu ihnen sagen, aber sie sind auch nicht erwachsen. Sie reden und lachen. Die ganze Atmosphäre geht von ihnen auf die Menschen um sie herum über. Und plötzlich ist etwas anders. &lt;div&gt;Die, mit der glücklichsten Ausstrahlung die ich je an einem Menschen gesehen habe, hatte den Blick gesenkt. Ihr Kinn zitterte. Und ich hörte von der Blondine neben ihr die Worte:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Lächeln! Ich weiß dass es schwer ist." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sie sah auf. Die Tränen standen ihr in den Augen. Sie brachte ein Lächeln zustande. Sie sah glücklich aus. Aber die Tränen die mittlerweile auf ihren Wangen schimmerten, sagten genau das Gegenteil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man kann immer sagen, dass man sein Leben toll findet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man kann immer sagen, dass nichts verkehrt ist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man kann auch immer sagen, dass man glücklich ist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bei vielen fällt es auf, wenn sie es nur "sagen", es aber nicht so ist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aber bei den Wenigsten merkt man es erst, wenn es zu spät ist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TLchO0_Qe9I/AAAAAAAAANk/MKtTn0QWMXo/s1600/laecheln-auf-dem-tshirt-a22364994.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 415px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527923606246423506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TLchO0_Qe9I/AAAAAAAAANk/MKtTn0QWMXo/s320/laecheln-auf-dem-tshirt-a22364994.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-7332733664207892406?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/7332733664207892406/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/10/friendship-is-certainly-finest-balm-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/7332733664207892406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/7332733664207892406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/10/friendship-is-certainly-finest-balm-for.html' title='Friendship is certainly the finest balm for the pangs of a disappointed love.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TLchO0_Qe9I/AAAAAAAAANk/MKtTn0QWMXo/s72-c/laecheln-auf-dem-tshirt-a22364994.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-8151318181973717692</id><published>2010-10-14T16:49:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T16:50:36.459+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gefühltes'/><title type='text'>Ich fahre nur ganz still durch deine Haare.</title><content type='html'>Du legst deinen Finger auf meinen Mund und wir lachen ganz leise,&lt;br /&gt;Reden ist silber, Schweigen ist gold, bei deiner Stimme nicht.&lt;br /&gt;Sie ist die Schönste die ich je hörte und wenn ich lüge, dann kreuzigt mich,&lt;br /&gt;Und wenn ich lüge, dann kreuzigt mich doch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Große braune Augen schauen in meine,&lt;br /&gt;Fragen mich ganz ehrlich und ganz still.&lt;br /&gt;Ich dreh mich nicht um, geh hier nicht fort, frage dich nichts und ich rede kein Wort.&lt;br /&gt;Ich fahre nur ganz still durch deine Haare.&lt;br /&gt;Ich fahre nur ganz still durch deine Haare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wenn du willst, dann passe ich auf dich auf&lt;br /&gt;Und wenn du kalte Füße hast, dann wärm ich sie dir auf.&lt;br /&gt;Und wenn du nicht schlafen kannst, dann lese ich dir vor.&lt;br /&gt;Und überhaupt bin ich immer an deiner Seite,&lt;br /&gt;an deiner Seite, an deiner Seite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Große braune Augen schauen in meine,&lt;br /&gt;Fragen mich ganz ehrlich und ganz still.&lt;br /&gt;Ich dreh mich nicht um, geh hier nicht fort, frage dich nichts und ich rede kein Wort.&lt;br /&gt;Ich fahre nur ganz still durch deine Haare.&lt;br /&gt;Ich fahre nur ganz still durch deine Haare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich dreh mich nicht um, geh hier nicht fort, frage dich nichts und ich rede kein Wort.&lt;br /&gt;Ich fahre nur ganz still durch deine Haare.&lt;br /&gt;Ich fahre nur ganz still durch deine Haare.&lt;br /&gt;Ich fahre nur ganz still durch deine Haare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TLcX8LoPyrI/AAAAAAAAANc/MalZWCjmgX8/s1600/m_621789e1cc31e865373124b4a02da9ac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527913390301760178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TLcX8LoPyrI/AAAAAAAAANc/MalZWCjmgX8/s320/m_621789e1cc31e865373124b4a02da9ac.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f4xk3tsSLrk"&gt;Philipp Poisel - Schweigen ist Silber&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-8151318181973717692?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/8151318181973717692/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/10/ich-fahre-nur-ganz-still-durch-deine.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/8151318181973717692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/8151318181973717692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/10/ich-fahre-nur-ganz-still-durch-deine.html' title='Ich fahre nur ganz still durch deine Haare.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TLcX8LoPyrI/AAAAAAAAANc/MalZWCjmgX8/s72-c/m_621789e1cc31e865373124b4a02da9ac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-7792160237295147154</id><published>2010-10-12T18:03:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T18:03:45.544+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verhasstes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erinnerungen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schmerz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gefühltes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erlebtes'/><title type='text'>Desire. Ask. Believe. Receive.</title><content type='html'>Sie konnte es nicht ertragen ihn anzusehen. Seinen Duft zu riechen. Ihn zufällig zu berühren. &lt;div&gt;Und doch wollte sie ihn so gern ansehen. Seinen Duft riechen. So gern berühren. An sich ziehen und seine Wärme spüren. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So wie damals. Als sie den Gedanken an ihn noch nicht mit Schmerz verbinden musste.&lt;br /&gt;Sich stattdessen Blumen in die Haare steckte. Und seinen Anfangsbuchstaben auf ihre Haut schrieb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damals. Vor diesem Tag, der die Welt von beiden auf den Kopf stellte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sie will ihn immernoch. Und er will sie immernoch. Aber sie wissen beide, dass es nicht geht.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TLSGqYtikjI/AAAAAAAAANU/bK5_B8j1fTU/s1600/bild15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527190705436529202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TLSGqYtikjI/AAAAAAAAANU/bK5_B8j1fTU/s320/bild15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-7792160237295147154?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/7792160237295147154/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/10/desire-ask-believe-receive.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/7792160237295147154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/7792160237295147154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/10/desire-ask-believe-receive.html' title='Desire. 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Receive.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TLSGqYtikjI/AAAAAAAAANU/bK5_B8j1fTU/s72-c/bild15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-4633516639343621794</id><published>2010-10-12T17:35:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T17:35:20.124+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gedachtes'/><title type='text'>Perfection.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Manchmal sieht man eine Person als pure Perfektion an. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dabei verschließt man nur die Augen vor ihren Fehlern.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527183473029203858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TLSAFZ5Qx5I/AAAAAAAAANM/CZQR6DIsH40/s320/Schwerelos-a22608788.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-4633516639343621794?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/4633516639343621794/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/10/perfection.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/4633516639343621794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/4633516639343621794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/10/perfection.html' title='Perfection.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TLSAFZ5Qx5I/AAAAAAAAANM/CZQR6DIsH40/s72-c/Schwerelos-a22608788.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-7409775381461183081</id><published>2010-10-10T20:09:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T20:09:57.402+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erinnerungen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leidenschaft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gefühltes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erlebtes'/><title type='text'>Nuvole bianche in primavera.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Was ein Wochenende doch alles verändern kann.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zuerst ist die Stimmung im Keller. Und dann... nach insgesamt 14 Stunden Theaterprobe ist man einzig und allein von der vorausschauenden Freude gefangen, die sich auf die kommenden Proben bezieht. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Es ist klar, man vergisst nicht.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aber man sieht die Dinge mit anderen Augen.&lt;br /&gt;Positiv(er).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526480983002445922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TLIBLGnP-GI/AAAAAAAAANE/PWOrjUeyW7Y/s320/We-will-become-Silhouettes-a22183138.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-7409775381461183081?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/7409775381461183081/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/10/nuvole-bianche-in-primavera.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/7409775381461183081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/7409775381461183081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/10/nuvole-bianche-in-primavera.html' title='Nuvole bianche in primavera.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TLIBLGnP-GI/AAAAAAAAANE/PWOrjUeyW7Y/s72-c/We-will-become-Silhouettes-a22183138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-8199418055804104338</id><published>2010-10-06T17:43:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T17:43:40.513+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erinnerungen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gefühltes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sprachlosigkeit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erlebtes'/><title type='text'>There should be fireworks, at least, when a dream dies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Und ich lege jeden Splitter meines zerbrochenen Herzens hinein.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In die Melodie, die aus meinen Fingern strömt und ein neues Lied erklingen lässt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Während mir die Tränen über die Wangen laufen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524959106177883666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TKyZCNpK3hI/AAAAAAAAAM0/U91IRftqC8A/s320/L1001%2520862.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-8199418055804104338?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/8199418055804104338/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/10/there-should-be-fireworks-at-least-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/8199418055804104338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/8199418055804104338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/10/there-should-be-fireworks-at-least-when.html' title='There should be fireworks, at least, when a dream dies.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TKyZCNpK3hI/AAAAAAAAAM0/U91IRftqC8A/s72-c/L1001%2520862.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-7943954427603046602</id><published>2010-10-04T17:39:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T17:46:53.919+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gefundenes'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Liebe ist nie ohne Schmerz", sagt der Hase und umarmt den Igel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-7943954427603046602?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/7943954427603046602/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/10/liebe-ist-nie-ohne-schmerz-sagt-der.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/7943954427603046602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/7943954427603046602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/10/liebe-ist-nie-ohne-schmerz-sagt-der.html' title='...'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-7910037180296752827</id><published>2010-10-04T17:35:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T17:47:25.579+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gedachtes'/><title type='text'>When will it stop?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Always remember that it`s your own way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524214630134866610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TKnz8AQ0YrI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Wo6wdzHTDLY/s320/Nebelweg-am-Hoernle-a22509685.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and it`s not perfect everytime.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-7910037180296752827?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/7910037180296752827/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/7910037180296752827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/7910037180296752827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title='When will it stop?'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TKnz8AQ0YrI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Wo6wdzHTDLY/s72-c/Nebelweg-am-Hoernle-a22509685.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-7354371644969920332</id><published>2010-10-03T20:49:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T13:25:34.190+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verhasstes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erinnerungen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schmerz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gefühltes'/><title type='text'>To be alone is to be different, to be different is to be alone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Es geht nicht! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ich kann nicht!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hör auf!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523897307821821586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TKjTVah0zpI/AAAAAAAAAMk/QrIV1ZVGAf4/s320/Life-is-freedom-a21455799.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Und es gibt Momente, in denen ich mir am liebsten mein Herz rausreißen würde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-7354371644969920332?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/7354371644969920332/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/10/to-be-alone-is-to-be-different-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/7354371644969920332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/7354371644969920332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/10/to-be-alone-is-to-be-different-to-be.html' title='To be alone is to be different, to be different is to be alone.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TKjTVah0zpI/AAAAAAAAAMk/QrIV1ZVGAf4/s72-c/Life-is-freedom-a21455799.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-8060951197586213798</id><published>2010-10-03T19:50:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T20:47:46.571+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liebe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erinnerungen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schmerz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erlebtes'/><title type='text'>Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn`t go away.</title><content type='html'>Diese schockenden Momente. Du bist zuerst glücklich. Suuuperglücklich. Mit den Leuten, die neben dir stehen. Und dann, einen Moment passt du auf, was in deinem Umfeld passiert. Und du siehst die Person, mit der du am wenigsten gerechnet hast. Es entwaffnet dich. Lässt dich zischend luftholen. Dann drehst du dich weg und willst an etwas anderes denken.&lt;br /&gt;Alle Gefühle kommen hoch und du versuchst sie zu verdrängen.&lt;br /&gt;Trauer. Sehnsucht. Und vor allem Schmerz.&lt;br /&gt;Und die nächste halbe Stunde bist du wie gelähmt. Dein Herz klopft wie verrückt. Deine Hände zittern. Und dann musst du weg. Weil du die Tränen nicht mehr aufhalten kannst, die sich gesammelt haben.&lt;br /&gt;Und es ist erschreckend, wie wenige in deinem engen Umfeld das überhaupt bemerken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TKjPwGrWemI/AAAAAAAAAMc/8qyNDPdUOUo/s1600/vent-mer-soleil-a22167090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523893368303024738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TKjPwGrWemI/AAAAAAAAAMc/8qyNDPdUOUo/s320/vent-mer-soleil-a22167090.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-8060951197586213798?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/8060951197586213798/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/10/reality-is-that-which-when-you-stop.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/8060951197586213798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/8060951197586213798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/10/reality-is-that-which-when-you-stop.html' title='Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn`t go away.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TKjPwGrWemI/AAAAAAAAAMc/8qyNDPdUOUo/s72-c/vent-mer-soleil-a22167090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-3252237548477796320</id><published>2010-09-28T17:39:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T17:39:07.911+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schmerz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gefühltes'/><title type='text'>In the future everyone will be famous for 15 minutes.</title><content type='html'>Jeder hat Probleme. Jeder! Es gibt die Kleinen, die man nicht weiter beachtet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aber es gibt leider auch die Großen, über die man nachdenkt. Über die man hin und her überlegt.&lt;br /&gt;Es gibt Menschen, die diese Probleme als Herausforderung sehen. Wiederum jedoch auch wieder welche, die einfach nicht damit zurechtkommen. Ich gebe es offen und ehrlich zu. Ich bin einer dieser Menschen. Ich versuche mich täglich tough zu geben. Stark. Lustig.&lt;br /&gt;Aber ich kann nicht vergessen. Diese Lügen. Diese Enttäuschungen. Und vor allem Sie nicht.&lt;br /&gt;Ich drücke meine Gefühle nur in Musik aus. Ich kann sie nämlich nicht richtig in Worte fassen.&lt;br /&gt;Und wenn dann die Tränen kommen, dann merkt niemand wie es mir wirklich geht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Niemand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TKIL3Rm2aHI/AAAAAAAAAMU/T3p3ElOoUg0/s1600/windstill-a22444013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521989137356712050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TKIL3Rm2aHI/AAAAAAAAAMU/T3p3ElOoUg0/s320/windstill-a22444013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-3252237548477796320?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/3252237548477796320/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/09/in-future-everyone-will-be-famous-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/3252237548477796320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/3252237548477796320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/09/in-future-everyone-will-be-famous-for.html' title='In the future everyone will be famous for 15 minutes.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TKIL3Rm2aHI/AAAAAAAAAMU/T3p3ElOoUg0/s72-c/windstill-a22444013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-7942681446434479354</id><published>2010-09-22T16:54:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T16:54:30.599+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stöckchen'/><title type='text'>Show me your desktop!</title><content type='html'>Jaa... da hab ich doch tatsächlich ein Stöckchen von der lieben &lt;a href="http://wiederholungstaeter.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sarah&lt;/a&gt; an den Kopf geschleudert bekommen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TJoXYdYiZjI/AAAAAAAAAMM/4ovALgOgGeg/s1600/DSC02583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519750002267809330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TJoXYdYiZjI/AAAAAAAAAMM/4ovALgOgGeg/s320/DSC02583.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Große Preisfrage: Warum hab ich Mitch Hewer als Hintergrund??&lt;br /&gt;Leicht zu beantworten damit, dass er einfach unglaublich toll schauspielern kann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Und jetzt werf ich das Stöckchen weiter an &lt;a href="http://lebens-theater.blogspot.com/"&gt;Das Mädchen.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-7942681446434479354?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/7942681446434479354/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/09/show-me-your-desktop.html#comment-form' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/7942681446434479354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/7942681446434479354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/09/show-me-your-desktop.html' title='Show me your desktop!'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TJoXYdYiZjI/AAAAAAAAAMM/4ovALgOgGeg/s72-c/DSC02583.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-3322115126195258913</id><published>2010-09-08T17:23:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T17:23:03.115+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gefühltes'/><title type='text'>And everyone`s looking around, thinking I`m going crazy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ich will dich! Nur dich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Verdammt, ich brauche dich!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Scheiße! Bin ich ein Idiot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514563293327024482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TIeqGQ4qYWI/AAAAAAAAAME/MAHaZ2yYAMc/s320/Schrei-a22283301.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-3322115126195258913?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/3322115126195258913/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/09/and-everyones-looking-around-thinking.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/3322115126195258913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/3322115126195258913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/09/and-everyones-looking-around-thinking.html' title='And everyone`s looking around, thinking I`m going crazy.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TIeqGQ4qYWI/AAAAAAAAAME/MAHaZ2yYAMc/s72-c/Schrei-a22283301.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-4282008834303948101</id><published>2010-09-04T15:05:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T15:05:09.133+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verhasstes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erinnerungen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schmerz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gefühltes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gedachtes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erlebtes'/><title type='text'>Deep in our soul, we`re all the same.</title><content type='html'>Merkst du eigentlich was du anrichtest? Mit deiner ganzen Art hast du die letzten drei Jahre zerstört. Nur weil immer an dich denkst. Und so arrogant und feige bist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TIJDxRzGq4I/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y89rdYdERN4/s1600/big-pussy-to-get-fucked-a22257305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513043407725308802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TIJDxRzGq4I/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y89rdYdERN4/s320/big-pussy-to-get-fucked-a22257305.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-4282008834303948101?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/4282008834303948101/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/09/deep-in-our-soul-were-all-same.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/4282008834303948101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/4282008834303948101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/09/deep-in-our-soul-were-all-same.html' title='Deep in our soul, we`re all the same.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TIJDxRzGq4I/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y89rdYdERN4/s72-c/big-pussy-to-get-fucked-a22257305.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-7161607650470716559</id><published>2010-09-01T19:54:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T19:54:34.895+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verhasstes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verwirrung'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gefühltes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sprachlosigkeit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erlebtes'/><title type='text'>Be open to your dreams, people. Embrace the distant shore. Because our mortal jouney is over all too soon.</title><content type='html'>Was sollte dein Gerede, von wegen das kommt nie wieder vor?&lt;br /&gt;Was sollte dieses reuevolle Getue?&lt;br /&gt;War das alles als schlechter Scherz gemeint oder war dir mein Vertrauen einfach nur scheißegal?&lt;br /&gt;Ich habe dir wirklich vertraut. Ich kann dir jetzt nicht einfach die kalte Schulter zeigen, aber wir werden reden müssen. Übermorgen. Wenn wir uns wiedersehen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denn ich will dir ins Gesicht sehen können, wenn du mich wieder anlügst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TH6TBxTzOTI/AAAAAAAAALs/0j8e8gp6Hc8/s1600/Sunny-day-in-nature-a22232572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512004652573604146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TH6TBxTzOTI/AAAAAAAAALs/0j8e8gp6Hc8/s320/Sunny-day-in-nature-a22232572.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-7161607650470716559?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/7161607650470716559/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/09/be-open-to-your-dreams-people-embrace.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/7161607650470716559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/7161607650470716559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/09/be-open-to-your-dreams-people-embrace.html' title='Be open to your dreams, people. Embrace the distant shore. Because our mortal jouney is over all too soon.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TH6TBxTzOTI/AAAAAAAAALs/0j8e8gp6Hc8/s72-c/Sunny-day-in-nature-a22232572.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-4426881799958207521</id><published>2010-08-30T20:04:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T20:18:11.636+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schmerz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gefühltes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erlebtes'/><title type='text'>Everything you can imagine is real.</title><content type='html'>Ich denke wieder oft an den Tag, an dem ich dein Leben so verändert habe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich kann nicht anders. Ich versuche, die Erinnerung zu verdrängen, aber ich wache nachts schreiend davon auf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich muss immerzu daran denken wie ich damals von deinen Schmerzensschreien aufgeweckt worden bin und sofort zu dir gerannt bin. Und dann kam dieser Moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich habe dich gesehen. Gekrümmt. Leichenblass. Das Gesicht verzogen in deinen Schreien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich habe diese Erinnerung immer wieder so deutlich vor mir, dass es zu real aussieht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich kann nicht mit anderen darüber reden. Es ist schon Monate her, ja, aber diese Wunden sind zu tief. Reichen bis in mein Herz, denn ich hatte solche Angst dich zu verlieren. Und es war knapp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Stunde später wärst du tot gewesen. Wäre ich nicht aufgewacht...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/THv1u0Unv5I/AAAAAAAAALk/h4buf8osc7U/s1600/Lena-a22216685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511268753685856146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/THv1u0Unv5I/AAAAAAAAALk/h4buf8osc7U/s320/Lena-a22216685.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-4426881799958207521?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/4426881799958207521/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/08/everything-you-can-imagine-is-real.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/4426881799958207521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/4426881799958207521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/08/everything-you-can-imagine-is-real.html' title='Everything you can imagine is real.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/THv1u0Unv5I/AAAAAAAAALk/h4buf8osc7U/s72-c/Lena-a22216685.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-5071769443899038548</id><published>2010-08-30T19:29:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T19:35:49.263+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gehörtes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gefundenes'/><title type='text'>The Piano.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/THvr5Nu5PAI/AAAAAAAAALc/gA-iTaTd-EE/s1600/poster-the-piano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511257937189354498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/THvr5Nu5PAI/AAAAAAAAALc/gA-iTaTd-EE/s320/poster-the-piano.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"There is a silence where hath been no sound. There is a silence where no sound may be in the cold grave under the deep deep sea."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;("Es herrscht Schweigen, wo nie ein Laut war. Es herrscht Schweigen, wo kein Laut sein darf, im kalten Grab, im tiefen, tiefen Meer.")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-5071769443899038548?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/5071769443899038548/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/08/piano.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/5071769443899038548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/5071769443899038548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/08/piano.html' title='The Piano.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/THvr5Nu5PAI/AAAAAAAAALc/gA-iTaTd-EE/s72-c/poster-the-piano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-8272102165661797536</id><published>2010-08-28T17:34:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T17:41:19.658+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Träume'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gefühltes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gedachtes'/><title type='text'>You make me smile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Laugh when you can,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Apologize when you should,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And let go of what you can`t change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kiss slowly, play hard, forgive quickliy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;take chances, give everything and have no regrets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life`s too short to be anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...but happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 165px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 138px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510485945657642354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/THktxZK0zXI/AAAAAAAAALU/vvfVtNMxuCY/s320/pic_1212935079_14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-8272102165661797536?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/8272102165661797536/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-make-me-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/8272102165661797536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/8272102165661797536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-make-me-smile.html' title='You make me smile.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/THktxZK0zXI/AAAAAAAAALU/vvfVtNMxuCY/s72-c/pic_1212935079_14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-3389928087569734293</id><published>2010-08-24T15:45:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T15:52:07.058+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geschriebenes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leidenschaft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gefühltes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gedachtes'/><title type='text'>It has never been my object to record my dreams, just to realize them.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ich möchte einmal von jemandem in den Arm genommen werden, weil er merkt, dass es hinter meiner Fassade leer ist, nur um mich verstanden zu fühlen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ich möchte einmal barfuß auf der Straße tanzen, nur damit der heiße Asphalt meine Füße wärmen kann.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ich möchte einmal mit jemandem wegfahren, ohne zu wissen wohin, nur um abenteuerlustig zu sein.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ich möchte einmal im Regen stehen und weinen, nur um loslassen zu können.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ich möchte einmal eine wildfremde Person küssen, nur um die Hormone im Körper zu spüren.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ich möchte einmal auf einer Harley die Route 66 entlangpreschen, nur um den Wind zu fühlen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ich möchte einmal die Zeit zurückdrehen, nur um alles Schöne nochmal zu erleben.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ich möchte einmal von einer Brücke in den Fluss springen, nur um mein Herz schneller schlagen zu spüren.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ich möchte einmal auf ihn einschlagen, nur um ihn den Schmerz, den er mir bereitet hat, selber fühlen zu lassen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ich möchte all das machen, nur um alles andere zu vergessen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508971791974153346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/THPMqDJEPII/AAAAAAAAALM/ZZ-mfAFxSVM/s320/87827286_full,r,470x470.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-3389928087569734293?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/3389928087569734293/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/08/it-has-never-been-my-object-to-record.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/3389928087569734293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/3389928087569734293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/08/it-has-never-been-my-object-to-record.html' title='It has never been my object to record my dreams, just to realize them.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/THPMqDJEPII/AAAAAAAAALM/ZZ-mfAFxSVM/s72-c/87827286_full,r,470x470.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-4065474899577218006</id><published>2010-08-19T18:59:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T18:59:12.764+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jungs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schmerz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gefühltes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erlebtes'/><title type='text'>All my possetions for a moment in time.</title><content type='html'>Es tut mir wirklich Leid, wie alles gelaufen ist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man kann es als sehr schlechten Start bezeichnen. Und ich würde so viel rückgangig machen, wenn ich nur könnte. Reue Reue Reue. Sie frisst mich von innen auf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Und es tut mir so weh dich zu verletzen. Zu sehen, wie du dich dabei fühlst. Ich möchte doch nur, dass du glücklich bist. Zwing mich bitte nicht zu einer Antwort, denn ich muss meine Gedanken erst mal ordnen. Ich weiß nicht, was jetzt kommen wird.&lt;br /&gt;Du bist nicht wie alle anderen. Du bist besser. Ein von Herzen guter und vor allem liebenswerter Kerl. Und ich hab einen kleinen Teil davon zerstört. Als wäre er unbedeutend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bitte gib mir die Chance ihn wieder zu heilen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bitte verzeih mir. Irgendwie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TG1ipUJVTwI/AAAAAAAAALE/0f13Fs8mxvU/s1600/weinende-frau.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507166381265997570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TG1ipUJVTwI/AAAAAAAAALE/0f13Fs8mxvU/s320/weinende-frau.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-4065474899577218006?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/4065474899577218006/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/08/all-my-possetions-for-moment-in-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/4065474899577218006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/4065474899577218006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/08/all-my-possetions-for-moment-in-time.html' title='All my possetions for a moment in time.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TG1ipUJVTwI/AAAAAAAAALE/0f13Fs8mxvU/s72-c/weinende-frau.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-2881440697964326064</id><published>2010-08-18T19:04:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T19:05:11.093+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Krankhaftes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schmerz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gefühltes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erlebtes'/><title type='text'>Life is just one damned thing after another.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ein sehr gut gemeinter Rat für meine Situation:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Stell dich auf eine Wiese und schrei einfach alles raus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TGwRi6n4qCI/AAAAAAAAAK8/soZZv7Fuobw/s1600/schreien-befreit-a18460735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506795735917045794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TGwRi6n4qCI/AAAAAAAAAK8/soZZv7Fuobw/s320/schreien-befreit-a18460735.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-2881440697964326064?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/2881440697964326064/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/08/life-is-just-one-damned-thing-after.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/2881440697964326064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/2881440697964326064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/08/life-is-just-one-damned-thing-after.html' title='Life is just one damned thing after another.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TGwRi6n4qCI/AAAAAAAAAK8/soZZv7Fuobw/s72-c/schreien-befreit-a18460735.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-6181330783190571752</id><published>2010-08-17T16:28:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T16:34:01.421+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liebe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jungs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verhasstes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erinnerungen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schmerz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gefühltes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gedachtes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erlebtes'/><title type='text'>Maybe you gonna be the one that saves me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Unausgesprochene Worte. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tiefe Reue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aber was hätte ich denn sagen sollen, ohne dich zu verletzen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 197px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506386834358385986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TGqdptnRvUI/AAAAAAAAAK0/dCe086tzr4o/s320/verlassen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-6181330783190571752?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/6181330783190571752/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/08/maybe-you-gonna-be-one-that-saves-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/6181330783190571752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/6181330783190571752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/08/maybe-you-gonna-be-one-that-saves-me.html' title='Maybe you gonna be the one that saves me.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TGqdptnRvUI/AAAAAAAAAK0/dCe086tzr4o/s72-c/verlassen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-1582813436528102415</id><published>2010-08-03T15:02:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T15:02:51.984+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gefundenes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musik'/><title type='text'>I can`t take my eyes off you...</title><content type='html'>Wow. Hautnah. Hello Stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0KaxoRXmdSY"&gt;Damien Rice - The blower`s daughter.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-1582813436528102415?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/1582813436528102415/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-cant-take-my-eyes-off-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/1582813436528102415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/1582813436528102415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-cant-take-my-eyes-off-you.html' title='I can`t take my eyes off you...'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-7356426213123961022</id><published>2010-08-01T23:11:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T23:11:16.958+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jungs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verwirrung'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erinnerungen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gedachtes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erlebtes'/><title type='text'>We can only learn to love by loving.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TFXiyOP6doI/AAAAAAAAAKk/OFdGNjdHFfg/s1600/rabehl_wahn_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 281px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500551872349107842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TFXiyOP6doI/AAAAAAAAAKk/OFdGNjdHFfg/s320/rabehl_wahn_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Ich liebe dich."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Große Worte, mein Lieber...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-7356426213123961022?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/7356426213123961022/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/08/we-can-only-learn-to-love-by-loving.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/7356426213123961022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/7356426213123961022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/08/we-can-only-learn-to-love-by-loving.html' title='We can only learn to love by loving.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TFXiyOP6doI/AAAAAAAAAKk/OFdGNjdHFfg/s72-c/rabehl_wahn_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015755091369258745.post-2080741733382131140</id><published>2010-08-01T22:38:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T22:39:05.079+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jungs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verwirrung'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erinnerungen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Streit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gedachtes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erlebtes'/><title type='text'>Facts are facts and will not disappear on account of your likes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eine einzige Nacht.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TFXa8lDyMgI/AAAAAAAAAKU/35wEBCZ_BGA/s1600/u_Hinter_Gitter__jailed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500543254177919490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TFXa8lDyMgI/AAAAAAAAAKU/35wEBCZ_BGA/s320/u_Hinter_Gitter__jailed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Verdammt! Was hab ich nur getan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015755091369258745-2080741733382131140?l=erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/feeds/2080741733382131140/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/08/facts-are-facts-and-will-not-disappear.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/2080741733382131140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015755091369258745/posts/default/2080741733382131140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinnerungsmomente.blogspot.com/2010/08/facts-are-facts-and-will-not-disappear.html' title='Facts are facts and will not disappear on account of your likes.'/><author><name>Giulia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021120449729370519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QFtIqPRZM/TtvH4fSNrbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DNUxuqscfZs/s220/IMG_0584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4C1wzwUWDc/TFXa8lDyMgI/AAAAAAAAAKU/35wEBCZ_BGA/s72-c/u_Hinter_Gitter__jailed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
