Saturday, March 6, 2010

Music and Books.

I feel glitter in the air. There are things in your life, with that you can´t live without. In my life there are music and Books. There are songs to that I listen since I´m 5 years old, and it´s something special to know the meaning of this song for so long. And books are telling about world´s you´ve never seen, but somehow you always feel that its true.
And Sometimes, there are songs in your life, you listen to for hours, and u never get sick of them. This is a sign for that´ll be your favorite song. People should be more careful with books and music. They are our past, our now, and our future. && now turn the music on ♥



Sunday, February 28, 2010

...?


I´m asking myself the question what happens to our world. First Haiti, now Chile. God thanks Hawaii is safe. But don´t you think the Earth wants to tell us something. something like "Keep care or I will break"? It makes afraid to think like that, but I have to, because the earth is our last hope to survive... In Love,
jacky.



Friday, February 26, 2010

Through the eyes of a Child

This made me wish my childhood back. Living a life without rules, don´t have to keep care what I have to do. Now I have to make one little mistake, and everyone hates me.
tell me why?

Thursday, February 25, 2010

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It´s hard for me to see how People grew up that I didn´t see for circa 7 years. The last time I saw them we all were children and our Childhood was a adventure. We´ve seen so much more then Teenagers or older People do, and sometimes I wish my childhood back.
Now, 7 years after the contact between all those people and me broke up, I meet them again, and they all grew up so hardly. Of course, I grew up, too. But in their faces I can see how many years went over, and I never realised that life is that fast.
I found 2 of my old best freinds (from Junior High) And it felt so hard to realise what happened in all those years.
Wasted Years. years without knowing what´s going on.




In Love,
Jacky.

Monday, February 22, 2010

They deserve special protection

This is the english translation of a german song called "Sie verdienen einen besonderen schutz". It´s so true. what happens to all that children in this world?

They deserve special protection

For what can you use a child?
To send it to fuck, fight, and to baptize.
For what can you abuse a child?
To send it to fuck, fight, and to baptize.

They deserve special protection
because your sense of truth beats in her chest
They deserve special protection
Do not you see that they suffer us defiled and polluted.

They deserve special protection
because through them we remember our childhood
unit aware
They deserve special protection
we speak of abuse we are talking about emergency

It has never been taboo word of the year
"Child Abuse"
Is a disgrace and it was
in the land of poets and thinkers, it was
The language to ban such people and I saw it
the full extent it is painful and difficult
What people are already voluntarily manufactures its language
The language is empty
it must ne newspaper Bild ago
Because people understand their words no longer

It deserves special protection
for they too have you used in your childhood
It deserves special protection
Do not you see that they suffer us defiled and polluted.

It deserves special protection
because through them we realize our Kindeheit
They deserve special protection
we speak of abuse we are talking about emergency

Children more likely to use us
give to the Council to wake up, buy clothes
Where is the instruction for the child's use
is already clear to the world children are consumed
But the fact that the German language intoxicated
is sad and unfortunate, or abysmally bad
It is time to solve this language to
I'm getting the hook in the eye of your Sprachverstöße

They deserve special protection
because your sense of truth beats in her chest
They deserve special protection
Do not you see that they suffer us defiled and polluted.

They deserve special protection
because through them we realize our Kindeheit
They deserve special protection
we speak of abuse we are talking about emergency

Sometimes the text is directed or written
I think not control the
Sometimes I write and the ... beats me in the face
and spare me not, and shortened the time period



&& now I ask you: What happens to that world?