Das alles ändert nichts daran

Maya Saban & Cosmo Klein - Das alles ändert nichts daran
Aus dem Album: Mit jedem Ton (2005)

Ich blick' nicht gern zurück, denn ich erinner mich
Schreib' Gedanken über dich auf mein Papier
Bin von Gefühlen wiedermal erdrückt, denn ich erinner mich
Und er spiegelt dein Gesicht an jeder Tür

Selbst wenn ich auch weiß wir haben uns so viel angetan
All der Zeit zum Trotz wird mir doch wieder klar

Das alles ändert nichts daran, dass du mir wirklich fehlst
Ich begreif' nicht, warum musst ich dich verliern
Das alles ändert nichts daran, dass du mir so sehr fehlst
Könnt' ich dich nochmal spüren, dich nur einmal noch berühren

Ich denk' nicht gern daran, es ist Vergangenheit
Zu viel Sehnsucht macht sich breit auf meinem Gemüt
Frag, frag nicht wer trägt die Schuld daran, es ist Vergangenheit
Und nur ein Funke bleibt von dir der nie verglüht

Selbst wenn ich auch weiß wir haben uns so viel angetan
All der Zeit zum Trotz wird mir doch wieder klar

Das alles ändert nichts daran, dass du mir wirklich fehlst
Ich begreif' nicht, warum musst ich dich verliern
Das alles ändert nichts daran, dass du mir so sehr fehlst
Könnt' ich dich nochmal spüren, dich nur einmal noch berühren

Dich berühren, warum musst ich dich verlieren
Das alles ändert nichts daran, dass du mir so sehr fehlst
Sag mir warum bist du nicht da?
Du fehlst mir, du fehlst mir, du fehlst mir

Valentine for the Broken Hearted...

Listening to: Rossa - Aku Bukan Untukmu

In a relationship, one of the hardest things to do is saying goodbye and letting go. It is as hard as breaking a crystal because you'll never know when you will be able to pick up the pieces again. More often than not, they who go feel not the pain of parting: it is them who stay behind that suffer, because they are left with memories of a love that was meant to be, a love that was.
At the beginning and at the end of a relationship, we are embarrassed to find ourselves alone. Unfair as it may seem, but that's the way love goes. That's the drama, the bittersweet and the risk of falling in love. After all, nothing is constant but change. Everything will eventually come to its end without us knowing when, without us knowing how, without us even knowing why. And we must forget not because we want to but because we have to.
In letting go, sorrows come not as a single spy but in battalion. It seems that everywhere you go, everything you do, every song you hear, every turn of your head, every move of your body, every beat of your heart, every blink of your eye and every breath you take always reminds you of him. It's like a stab of a knife, a torture in the night. Funny how the whole world becomes depopulated when only one person is missing. Just imagine, there are billion people on earth and yet it seems you feel lonely and empty without the other.
I don't know if it's worth calling an art, but letting go entails special skills sparkled with a considerable space and time. Time heals all wounds but it takes a little push on our part. Acceptance plays a part. Not all love stories end with "...and they live happily ever after." Sometimes we have to part because of circumstances beyond our control. We have to suffer if it would mean happiness for others. We have to cry to temporarily let go of the pains.
Every beginning has its end like every dawn has its dusk. It's something we can't control, something we had to live up. It's over. He's/shes gone. But life has to go on. Goodbye doesn't always mean forever (Amen...). There will always be a place and time where questions will be answered, words will be spoken, letters will be read, poems will be recited in the night, songs will be sung in harmony, love will be expressed in solitude and promises will be fulfilled.
Somewhere. Somehow. Someday.

"Some of us think holding on makes us strong; but sometimes it is letting go" -- Herman Hesse
~Dear God i hope you're buried next to me
.: This is FeL :.

the end of an era, in deed 

an end of an era

in the days when all have failed
the sun have drowned
and the mimics and lyrics and the good days have gone
i have turned into international relations

our youth passes
as our hatred belongs
our will subsides, our strength relied
these streets are forgotten
these songs are foresaken
and the rymes we have known before
have solemnly given up their core


In the mid-hours of January 20th, 2005, one of the coldest, hardest and unforgiving days you can ever live your London lives in, the Ignition Management decided and made public; 'Alan White has officially left Oasis, arrangements in finishing the album is still being carried on, There is no future plan to replace The Drummer'.
This is it, folks, an end of an era. Nevertheless, we still luv you, Alan, and may every step you make is the best you can take.
last cheers.

what would become of this world?

just stuck in our friggin' library -duh!- and thinking about what the world would ever bee without things that we are now familiar with. so, i will start a list, and you can continue on adding into the list;
1. what would the world be without politics? there would finally be peace on earth
2. What would the world be without computers? we would spend our time relentlessly typing our blistery fingers off a typing machine.
3. What would the world be without music? Hell.
4. What would the world be without football? Hell.
5. What would the world be without cars? there would be less things to put on your "to buys in a decade"list.

first stop at the end of the week

well, it's another bummer week in our beloved international relations programme. the poisoning issue is up in the air again, and our president just had a one-on-one with xanana gusmao-not that anything good would ever come out of that, anyway,........for short, it has been a tiring, yet devastating week of international relations...so, what's coming up in this end of the week at this end of the year?... you can say forget about parties, because the only parties we would be having is a paper fiesta, filled with all of your "favourite" international topics....so,...is this the reality of life we're facing, or is it just a exhausted construction of our now-slow-working mind?
-thisisann-