tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282320442011-07-28T15:09:49.927-07:00-don't take this too seriously-cathinkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17064723712266154472noreply@blogger.comBlogger171100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28232044.post-82194807767190294472010-06-25T17:15:00.000-07:002010-06-25T17:17:13.869-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__A8WWrtYr6g/TCVG3OA_0nI/AAAAAAAAACQ/iwiPEjkPibE/s1600/holunder.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__A8WWrtYr6g/TCVG3OA_0nI/AAAAAAAAACQ/iwiPEjkPibE/s320/holunder.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486869635489845874" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28232044-8219480776719029447?l=cathinka.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>cathinkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17064723712266154472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28232044.post-27284681941487334662010-05-07T03:57:00.000-07:002010-05-07T03:58:42.468-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__A8WWrtYr6g/S-PyWpfapWI/AAAAAAAAACI/5ZQWIQ1lWto/s1600/did+you.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__A8WWrtYr6g/S-PyWpfapWI/AAAAAAAAACI/5ZQWIQ1lWto/s320/did+you.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468480843466581346" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28232044-2728468194148733466?l=cathinka.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>cathinkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17064723712266154472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28232044.post-46523001314600932092010-03-20T11:30:00.001-07:002010-03-20T11:35:20.292-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__A8WWrtYr6g/S6UVXMBtB8I/AAAAAAAAACA/9zIID9ZtB3I/s1600-h/why.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 125px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__A8WWrtYr6g/S6UVXMBtB8I/AAAAAAAAACA/9zIID9ZtB3I/s320/why.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450786412111398850" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28232044-4652300131460093209?l=cathinka.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>cathinkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17064723712266154472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28232044.post-55013746564875929092010-03-13T03:26:00.000-08:002010-03-13T03:30:36.240-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__A8WWrtYr6g/S5t3Uhm4AGI/AAAAAAAAABw/IJpcKfpBH_o/s1600-h/morningmelody.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__A8WWrtYr6g/S5t3Uhm4AGI/AAAAAAAAABw/IJpcKfpBH_o/s320/morningmelody.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448079368737259618" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__A8WWrtYr6g/S5t2qjQvoRI/AAAAAAAAABo/6KX7EiuJ6lE/s1600-h/morningmelody.jpg"><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28232044-5501374656487592909?l=cathinka.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>cathinkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17064723712266154472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28232044.post-830669242416125372008-03-18T12:13:00.000-07:002008-03-18T12:16:20.766-07:00Der Raum ist lang, der Raum ist breit,<br />Um durchzuschreiten braucht man Zeit.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28232044-83066924241612537?l=cathinka.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>cathinkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17064723712266154472noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28232044.post-7364092635193723742007-11-22T12:08:00.000-08:002008-12-11T06:58:17.045-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__A8WWrtYr6g/R0XiEyjFWnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IPC5AP65Ps4/s1600-h/IMG_3980.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__A8WWrtYr6g/R0XiEyjFWnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IPC5AP65Ps4/s400/IMG_3980.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135759522002197106" /></a><br /><br />que suele significar <br />una rosa roja?<br />al despertar del amor,<br />eso es escrito en cada hoja,<br />y no lo debes adivinar.<br />pero una rosa amarilla<br />es la mas sencilla<br />prueba de amistad. <br />y si ella cambia de color<br />que es la verdad?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28232044-736409263519372374?l=cathinka.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>cathinkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17064723712266154472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28232044.post-90739191770553008112007-10-14T13:37:00.000-07:002008-12-11T06:58:17.287-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__A8WWrtYr6g/RxJ-O4fr2PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3pJaqA5gQcg/s1600-h/romb.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__A8WWrtYr6g/RxJ-O4fr2PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3pJaqA5gQcg/s400/romb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121294520422226162" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28232044-9073919177055300811?l=cathinka.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>cathinkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17064723712266154472noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28232044.post-22935770846928082722007-10-14T04:34:00.000-07:002008-12-11T06:58:17.748-08:00Er sitzt im Schatten der Bäume <br />Mit friedlichem Gesicht.<br />Man glaubt ihn im Land der Träume, <br />Weit oben glimmt grünliches Licht.<br /><br />Die Vögel zwitschern leise,<br />Beäugen ihn mit Scheu.<br />Des Mannes dunkle Weise<br />Ist ihnen gänzlich neu. <br /><br />Er sitzt von Blumen umgeben,<br />Gebettet auf Moos im Wald<br />Doch des Waldes liebliches Leben<br />Läßt ihn starr und kalt.<br /><br />Denn wo die Seele liegt,<br />Die Wärme fängt und hält, <br />Wenn außen Dunkel siegt<br />Von Innen uns erhellt<br />Dort herrscht bei ihm nur Leere<br />Und kalte Dunkelheit.<br />Denn wo die Seele wäre,<br />Nagt auch der Zahn der Zeit.<br /><br />Er hat sie weggeschlossen<br />Vor gierigen Zeitgenossen<br />In einen finstern Schrein.<br />Dort ist sie von Seide umsponnen,<br />Aus düstren Träumen gewonnen-<br />Man hört die Kinder noch schrein.<br /><br />Von Bleiglas dicht umringt,<br />Damit kein Blick eindringt,<br />Liegt sie im jadeschwarzen Sarg.<br /><br />In ihrem Schatten gedeiht<br />Nur Hass Verdamnis und Leid<br />Und Blumen, von Tränen stark.<br /><br />Indes Der Jüngling leidet nicht.<br />Sein zeitlos schönes, junges Gesicht<br />Spiegelt kein Elend der Welt.<br /><br />Doch auch kein Spiegel wird zeigen<br />Das Antlitz, dem Manne eigen,<br />Wenn man es vor ihn hält.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__A8WWrtYr6g/RyBC2UG8zNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/idmjcxljt0U/s1600-h/moin.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__A8WWrtYr6g/RyBC2UG8zNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/idmjcxljt0U/s320/moin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125169876825853138" /></a><br /><br /><br />und noch ein Butterblumengedicht :<br /><br />Wenn das Schwarz der Nacht<br />Ins Gesicht Dir lacht, <br />Dich umhüllt<br />Und von Innen erfüllt, <br />Dort ein loderndes Feuer entfacht, <br />Dann ist's als ob die Welt<br />Um Dich herum zerfällt<br />Und Dich nichts mehr hält.<br />Dann ist es Zeit für Taten.<br />Kein Mord auf Raten,<br />Kein Töten aus Nöten. <br />Dann fliesst das Blut<br />Und das ist gut,<br />Wenn nach der Wut<br />Der Puls wieder ruht.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28232044-2293577084692808272?l=cathinka.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>cathinkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17064723712266154472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28232044.post-1150538066175841352006-06-17T02:53:00.000-07:002006-06-17T02:54:26.186-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2987/1600/strawberry.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2987/400/strawberry.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28232044-115053806617584135?l=cathinka.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>cathinkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17064723712266154472noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28232044.post-1149202008268089922006-06-01T14:37:00.000-07:002006-06-15T03:23:35.906-07:00il flotte dans la mer noire<br />entre les vagues sans fin,<br />sans horizon. Le chagrin<br />defonce son âme de soie.<br />figé sur place, une proie<br />perdue et sans espoir.<br /><br />il est perdu dans le néant<br />sans avenir et sans passé<br />ou il y avait l'éspoir, un trou béant<br />et tout sourire lui est gelé.<br /><br />il veut se battre, veut crier<br />mais il lui manque l'ennemi.<br />l'angoisse l'engourde,lui fait nier<br />toute autre idée que la fin de sa vie.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28232044-114920200826808992?l=cathinka.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>cathinkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17064723712266154472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28232044.post-1149159706615153832006-06-01T04:00:00.000-07:002006-06-01T04:01:46.630-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2987/1600/rose.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2987/320/rose.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28232044-114915970661515383?l=cathinka.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>cathinkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17064723712266154472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28232044.post-1148490258394994012006-05-24T09:51:00.000-07:002006-05-25T01:14:26.940-07:00stein für stein erfasst der wind...<br /><br />am wilden himmel fliehen endlos die wolken ins nichts.<br />am boden, nur geliehen, flecken erhellenden lichts.<br /><br />das letzte blatt fällt,schon rot, vom kahlen baum.<br />war dann diese welt, im Tod, doch bloß ein traum?<br /><br />ein kind streckt weise nach den zweigen die hand.<br />der wind verweht leise seine spuren im sand.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28232044-114849025839499401?l=cathinka.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>cathinkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17064723712266154472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28232044.post-1148250256951305232006-05-21T15:09:00.000-07:002006-05-21T15:24:16.956-07:00I did not dare to speak his name, <br />Denying his existance.<br />How could it ever end, this game<br />If i showed resistance?<br /><br />But then one day<br />I heard them say<br />That he was near <br />And on his way.<br /><br />A friend of mine spoke of his date.<br />And others did, to meet their fate, <br />Invite him over, unable to wait.<br /><br />But I freaked out<br />I was afraid<br />I cried out loud<br />And hid in bed.<br /><br />And when i lie in bed at night<br />I feel him sitting by my side.<br />Then i will wake and look around<br />And make quite sure i'm safe and sound.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28232044-114825025695130523?l=cathinka.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>cathinkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17064723712266154472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28232044.post-1148122329257476482006-05-20T03:50:00.000-07:002006-05-20T07:52:00.196-07:00it's not thursday<br />it's not friday<br />it's the worst day<br />it's not my day<br /><br />it's not sunday<br />it's not monday<br />it's not tuesday<br /><br />it's the blues day<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28232044-114812232925747648?l=cathinka.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>cathinkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17064723712266154472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28232044.post-1148074516614640482006-05-19T14:06:00.000-07:002006-05-19T14:35:16.623-07:00when the skin is too tight<br />and the light is too bright<br />it's a blue day.<br /><br />when you walk to and fro<br />and there's nowhere to go<br />it's a blue day.<br /><br />when the telephone's dead<br />and all things make you sad<br />it's a blue day.<br /><br />when it's been quite a while<br />since one saw your last smile<br />it's a blue day.<br /><br />oh pray<br />do come and color up my day.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28232044-114807451661464048?l=cathinka.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>cathinkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17064723712266154472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28232044.post-1147969777736415232006-05-18T09:29:00.000-07:002006-05-18T09:40:18.290-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2987/1600/blackforrest.0.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2987/400/blackforrest.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28232044-114796977773641523?l=cathinka.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>cathinkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17064723712266154472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28232044.post-1147815472478211552006-05-16T14:29:00.000-07:002006-05-16T14:37:52.486-07:00saddening symbols of sleeping sorrows<br />steal there way into my brain<br />darkening dreams and blinding eyes,<br />paralyzing feverflies,<br />turning days from days to morrows.<br />all the turning rests in vain.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28232044-114781547247821155?l=cathinka.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>cathinkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17064723712266154472noreply@blogger.com1