The Wings of Desire

The film was dedicated by Wim Wenders to all the former Angels.

It's to be continued.

Fire and Angel

Once upon a time there was a spirit of a girl, who thought she was alive. She died in a raging fire, and there was nobody near to help or notice.
She appeared in flesh, blood, and smiles to people. She never knew that she was worthy to be loved, and so she ghostly disappeared from places where she saw people, until she finally got lost.
She sat there in the dark, in a cold silence alone. Or so she thought. We never are alone, ya know. Sometimes, I think we are only alive because somebody, somewhere is thinking of you while you breathe.
So, she sat there - confused. She was so cold, that she couldn't feel her Guardian Angel's touch. He tried to touch her hand and take her away from that awful place she mazed herslef into. But she wouldn't move ... maybe she was too cold to feel anything, or too lost to believe, or too scared to understand - so she just sat there, smiling.
The Angel, being a godly creature, sat quitly behind that smiling ghost, and warapped his wings around her.

She did not know then how much she needed him..

And jelouse towards those who stuck around ;p

I feel sorry, apologetic, and thankful towards the people who I came in touch with during this time of my life.

WWW

is for Wild Wild West

I have taken up smoking

"... love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory."
-M. Kundera


I would time travel. I would turn the sound softly, an write your name on that cigarette before I sit down and smoke.