And suddenly everything was there again ...

Something was on that day otherwise. It is the 26.09.2008, Friday. Sometime noon. Quiet. A keystroke. And it starts. 937 days after started "The Great Life", starts something new. Much more will be continued somewhat. A search. Which only? You should, must and will continue. And I'm looking at.

Very timid, close to fragile start quiet, almost silent tones of the opener. "I am my house" begins with an experiment. A small, fine, direct dialogue. "[...] Only the names - I am Paula." "Paul.". Movie quote. Homage. So simple, so clear. Then at last the soothing voice of a mature Anna R .. Electrified I listen to the sounds that are as straight burn in my ear. Impossible deaf ear. A journey begins. "I am the way on which I go, I'm the question that I never understand '[...] If I do not start' go verlor'n 'I." Strung together words that were waiting for so long time. Everybody uses them daily. As another type of chain. So simple yet may be. Goose Bumps.

Then a few weeks back. Already known. "Give me the sun". Now. Where is she? "Can not you seh'n that I deeply versink in the snow '?". It's dark outside. But a blanket of emotions wrapped one, an orchestra breathed through the room, gives off heat. Is sun. Pop par excellence.

"Without you, rotation no longer 'through I, Fang carrying my heart in my hand and I'll throw it to you afterwards. It on, hold it firmly, or just throw it away! Maybe do I want's right?" Rhetoric. Easy electronically. Life-affirming. My foot bobs. My heart dances. Yes, it is to get back on track. After such a long time. Welcome in the spring. Despite the fall.

Black or white? Hot or cold? Love or hate? Yesterday or Tomorrow? "Somewhere in between". Why choose a side, if there is even the border between the two. Is so much more pleasant. Peter takes the microphone. No big vocal coast, just charm. The piano strums softly. The rhythm swings. Yes, the Association matches. It swings. Eyes and ears go far. An element of surprise. Potential risk of addiction. They did very well. "No room for monotony".

Out. Finished. But do not ever over. "I drink 'to you and what was, I'm still here. Only the night makes it hard for me.". "No Song of Love", a double bottom. That is courage that gives power. And suddenly conjures the being sad a smile on the lips. You dare. Suddenly, a smile. That is for me. Oh yeah, just for me. So uncomfortable. So true.

Strict further thinking. Say it. "How far is over?". "Why I did not realize how good we really war'n? [...] Which mouth keeps his word and is as fast now?". How many of you watching me? Who writes these lines just for me? Are they for me? Maybe Yes. Anyway, one could quote them daily. Simply life. And there it is again. The phenomenon Rosenstolz. For me. So authentic. A shake of the head. Due to the incredible joy. Satisfaction.

A soft chirping of birds. Silence. An acoustic guitar. Anne. Probably the saddest Text since ... Does not matter. "One morning in April," can all be over. Also in the spring. "[...] It has everything changed, at the moment when you left. [...] Everywhere I hear laugh, why can not I cry?" Mundtot. Speechless. Speechless. Regardless. Emotion Sea. Tears. Real tears. All of a sudden, here I am happy. Easy to honest.

The monotone view out the window. Gently rousing. "Unexpected". Despair. Coupled with hope. A cry for freedom. More. Just more more. Suddenly the tears are dried. The Window to Heaven is open. A hug for the whole world. Again courage. Just a few minutes later. A spell.

"I am now and torn [...]". Me too. Just now. Between enthusiasm. Mourning. Joy. Happiness. Fun. Just the whole spectrum. "Are you in?". Yes. Again there when it had never been away. 937 days in a few minutes so as gone. Enjoyment in endless trains. And the power has not been lost. "I sing loudly, [...]". Summer.

"The photo laughs from last summer [...] words geh'n of us, every day one more." But "heart beats in the ice". Very minimalist. Back dangers. Before refrigeration. Incredible entering the gray weather outside and into the room. But the longing grabs. The breath is felt visible. So cold it is. And yet the heart beats. All for 4 minutes on indescribable level. Why even describe? Dear feel.

"When are you coming?". Tear me from the cold. Monotony. Loneliness. No togetherness. Despair and yet no listlessness. "Every day the same sun, the same dream every night.". I have to keep looking. "I know I'll get the very last train." With you everything is possible. Music can be that much fun.

And now I'm looking at. First unplanned. But just in the middle. Hopeful. Definitely not at the end. "The Search Continues". Eternally. You need it. The urge for something new. "If we stop briefly, then only to seh'n order that the way we geh'n, beautiful and yet is steep. A piece only from the part." A slice of life. Forward. "What remains of us left, when everything passes? I wanna hold you just briefly to check that I live". A motto. My Motto. Henceforth.

And suddenly everything was there again. As much as desired and achieved. Exceeded exceeded limitless. Rosenstolz put in this work, because it can be called a monument. A monument, which is not understood by anyone. Not everyone wants. Not everyone dares. Better this way. For me, the search has continued. No end in sight. Enthusiasm.