Sunbeam on the Moon:
Van Gogh's left Ear
Sunbeam on the Moon:
I can follow the trails only with a distance, and only realize at close range, that I got lost. The further I move away from them, the more it seems to me that this will be the journey without destination. Layer by layer, infinite anywhere, with you.
Sunbeam on the Moon:
„Now he is certainly sailing above, he on whom my wishes hang, and in whose hand I should like to lay my life's happiness. I will dare everything to win him and an immortal soul.“
Sunbeam on the Moon:
But you and me, we neither reduce ourselves nor complete each other, we grow beyond ourselves to expand the horizon to something that doesn't know limits.
Sunbeam on the Moon:
There's a gate inside you, that you try to open, because your soul doesn't fit through the keyhole.
Sunbeam on the Moon:
The colours of Happiness
Sunbeam on the Moon:
You still hope he‘ll come to wake you from this hundred’s years sleep of blossoming and thorns, because you believe in magic.
Sunbeam on the Moon:
Save Haven Harmony
Sunbeam on the Moon:
That one dream of being in the right place, the most beautiful dream of all. That one dream of feeling home.
Sunbeam on the Moon:
The greatest gift I've ever been given, is, to have the fingers of the sun in my back, writing my contour like an exposed nerve. I close the eyes and your light behind my lids reminds me again, how to paint like a child
Sunbeam on the Moon:
If we are able to correctly interpret the signs by really opening the eyes for what is so obvious.
Sunbeam on the Moon:
I have no plan to be anywhere else to but here or to become someone that leaves. I didn't even know there was an exit here.
Sunbeam on the Moon:
You'll stir up and i'll raise my bowed body. But then I'll start to breathe again, simply start to breathe
Sunbeam on the Moon:
This is what she wrote with her hand in her letter, but her heart wrote the sky of these unspoken words.
Sunbeam on the Moon:
Some see a random piece of landscape. Others see nothing at all. I see the faces of the only friend who is always there for me without asking stupid questions or complaining.
Sunbeam on the Moon:
Just like Aeolos welcomes you with a gentle kiss before he let's loose a storm in your heart.
Sunbeam on the Moon:
The sound in turned away glances, noise emission of headnuts against heartwalls. You hear it in distance,a last sigh of dreams, after opening the eyelids,cold white satin to close. But the one who once wandered through a desert will no longer be the same.
Sunbeam on the Moon:
A Devil, that pretends to be a Saint, but who's just a grumpy old man, who sometimes forgets, that he is a tender, young and precious Angel for a clingy insecure girl, whose heart he gives wings.
Sunbeam on the Moon:
Who travels across the Sea may change the skies, but not the colour of the eyes.
Sunbeam on the Moon:
When I was a child, I was living in a house with magical stories written in invisible letters in every corner of it's walls. I wished there was a way back, now I know, it's the place we both never left, it's the place we'll always be together
Sunbeam on the Moon:
The source from which I draw my power exceeds your capacities, as if I only had a consciousness of mortality, in order to constantly revolt against it.
Sunbeam on the Moon:
At every turn accompanies me a terrifying beautiful thrill, like walking at the botton of the sea while the flood slowly sets in.
Sunbeam on the Moon:
I have an army of sun worshippers around me, and while I see black, I can only see pink. And who should understand that but you?
Sunbeam on the Moon:
I'll stay on air and sample your inferno, rewind the tapes until you can only speak backwards. What you try to understand remains for you the "unknown thing" from another world.
Sunbeam on the Moon:
Who are these people who know my name and this silence between us? These strangers my eyes try to remember while I forget them. I walk in parallel universes and only you by my side, the one that can't be forgotten. Exploration distance soul.
Sunbeam on the Moon:
They would never expose their lenses to direct sunlight, because it could kill their sensors. However, none of them takes pictures, they can only see light pollution. And every picture is a self portrait..
Sunbeam on the Moon:
„Oh, but there is something wanting. Oh, but I am weary. Come by blythe and bonny laddie, o’er the moor to cheer me.“
Sunbeam on the Moon:
On the back of a sleeping dragon
Sunbeam on the Moon:
Nú liggjum viò á öll isköld og blà, skjálfandi á beinum, hálfdauir r kulda. Ísjaki
Sunbeam on the Moon:
When you're smiling, the sun would-a come shining through
