tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71970620882654214802011-07-08T16:08:36.292+02:00casiolanoreply@blogger.comBlogger1561100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-72703148899134959002010-09-08T22:19:00.001+02:002010-09-08T22:19:34.057+02:00lass mich bei dir sein,<br />so nah bei dir sein,<br />dass dein atem meiner wird,<br />dein gesicht verschwimmt,<br />alle ängste nimmt,<br />und dein mund bestimmt die zeit.<br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><blockquote>(hildegard knef)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-7270314889913495900?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-86724159649296878102010-04-20T19:46:00.001+02:002010-04-20T19:46:42.502+02:00und was auch passieren wird,<br />egal wies mir geht,<br />mein haus ist geöffnet,<br />egal wo und wie spät.<br />ich werd immer versuchen,<br />mein bestes zu geben,<br />für unsere freundschaft,<br />für unser leben.<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(enno bunger)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-8672415964929687810?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-80366936525364595652010-02-11T13:10:00.002+01:002010-02-11T13:11:49.288+01:00du fragst mich, nach meinem befinden<br />wie du siehst ist es mir gut ergang'n<br />du schweigst und schlägst die augen nieder<br />mit deinem neuen freund ist es schon vorbei<br />es scheint das passiert dir immer wieder<br />kannst nie lange bei jemandem sein<br /><blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;">(echt)</span></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-8036693652536459565?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-46383639265959258432009-11-11T22:40:00.001+01:002009-11-11T22:40:36.911+01:00well open up your mind and see like me<br />open up your plans and damn you're free<br />look into your heart and you'll find that the sky is yours<br />please don't, please don't, please don't<br />there's no need to complicate<br />cause our time is short<br />this oh this this is out fate, i'm yours!<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(jason mraz)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-4638363926595925843?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-24036889139924664812009-10-06T23:36:00.000+02:002009-10-06T23:37:37.617+02:00some day my prince will come<br />some day we'll meet again<br />and away to his castle we'll go<br />to be happy forever i know<br /><br />some day when spring is here<br />we'll find our love anew<br />and the birds will sing<br />and wedding bells will ring<br />some day when my dreams come true<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(snow white)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-2403688913992466481?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-65857475494624128952009-09-15T23:48:00.001+02:002009-09-15T23:48:47.969+02:00i really want you to really want me<br />but i really don't know if you can do that<br />i know you want to know what's right<br />but i know it's so hard for you to do that<br />and time's running out as often it does<br />and often dictates that you can't do that<br />but fate can't break this feeling inside<br />that's burning up through my veins<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(james blunt)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-6585747549462412895?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-79922583207785526752009-08-07T20:09:00.002+02:002009-08-07T20:09:49.340+02:00es wird schon geh'n<br />hab dich schon lang nicht mehr so glücklich geseh'n<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(wise guys)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-7992258320778552675?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-26848715175524199962009-07-23T01:34:00.000+02:002009-07-23T01:36:53.694+02:00all i know is that you're so nice<br />you're the nicest thing i've seen<br />i wish that we could give it a go<br />see if we could be something<br /><br />i wish i was your favourite girl<br />i wish you thought i was the reason you are in the world<br />i wish my smile was your favourite kind of smile<br />i wish the way that i dressed was your favourite kind of style<br />i wish you couldn't figure me out<br />but you'd always wanna know what i was about<br />i wish you'd hold my hand when i was upset<br />i wish you'd never forget the look on my face when we first met<br />i wish you had a favourite beauty spot<br />that you loved secretly because it was on a hidden bit that nobody else could see<br />basically, i wish that you loved me<br />i wish that you needed me<br />i wish that you knew when i said two sugars actually i meant three<br />i wish that without me your heart would break<br />yeah i wish that without me you'd be spending the rest of your nights awake<br />i wish that without me you couldn't eat<br />yeah i wish i was the last thing on your mind before you went to sleep<br /><br />look all i know is that you're the nicest thing i've ever seen<br />and i wish we could see if we could be something<br />yeah i wish we could see if we could be something<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;">(kate nash)</span></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-2684871517552419996?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-19348613363327209262009-07-19T11:53:00.000+02:002009-07-19T11:54:34.873+02:00ich seh uns beide, du bist längst zu schwer<br />für meine arme, aber ich geb dich nicht her<br />ich weiß, deine monster sind genau wie meine<br />und mit denen bleibt man besser nicht alleine<br />ich weiß, ich weiß, ich weiß und frage nicht<br />halt dich bei mir fest, steig auf, ich trage dich<br /><br />ich werde riesengroß für dich<br />ein elefant für dich<br />ich trag dich meilenweiter<br />übers land<br />und ich ...<br /><br />trag dich so weit wie ich kann<br />ich trag dich so weit wie ich kann<br />und am ende des wegs, wenn ich muss<br />trage ich dich<br />trag ich dich über den fluss<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(wir sind helden)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-1934861336332720926?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-29250864888359437282009-07-13T00:34:00.001+02:002009-07-13T00:37:22.561+02:00now that it's gone too far to call for a halt<br />i'll blame it on the moon<br />'cause it's not my fault<br />i didn't think that this would happen so soon<br />so i'll blame it on the moon<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(katie melua)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-2925086488835943728?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-86482141300882948472009-06-11T12:19:00.001+02:002009-06-11T12:20:48.800+02:00you shiver as i touch your neck and slowly close your eyes<br />i can't resist you even if i try<br />we both surrender to the touch as we lay there side by side<br />and everything around us disappears<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(sasha)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-8648214130088294847?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-27251418011778733992009-06-09T23:09:00.000+02:002009-06-09T23:11:15.886+02:00wenn du zur nacht kommst,<br />und alles um uns still wird,<br />und du nur noch atem für mich bist,<br />weiß ich, dass uns nichts passieren kann,<br />in diesem moment.<br /><br />ich habe nichts zu fragen,<br />ich habe nichts zu sein,<br />wenn ich in deine tiefe versunken bin,<br />als ob von ihr nichts übrig bleibt,<br />so fühl ich mich.<br /><br /><br />wenn du bei tag bleibst<br />und du mir nichts versprichst,<br />vergrabe ich mein herz in dir,<br />und es kann alles passieren,<br />in diesem moment.<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(die toten hosen)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-2725141801177873399?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-84599957834736536642009-06-01T00:30:00.000+02:002009-06-01T00:31:04.308+02:00i only know that<br />i am better where you are<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(a fine frenzy)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-8459995783473653664?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-69032542032542223562009-05-21T12:41:00.000+02:002009-05-21T12:42:11.921+02:00delilah i can promise you,<br />that by the time that we get through,<br />the world will never ever be the same,<br />and you’re to blame<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(plain white t's)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-6903254203254222356?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-15973838374884116092009-05-18T14:49:00.000+02:002009-05-18T14:50:11.103+02:00i don't always rush in like this<br />twenty seconds after saying hello<br />telling strangers i'm too good to miss<br />if i'm wrong i hope you'll tell me so<br />but you really should know, i'd be good for you<br />i'd be surprisingly good for you<br /><br />i won't go on if i'm boring you<br />but do you understand my point of view?<br />do you like what you hear, what you see<br />and would you be, good for me too?<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(madonna)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-1597383837488411609?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-39907950367485637292009-05-12T16:51:00.001+02:002009-05-12T16:55:31.369+02:00i picked you out of a crowd and talked to you<br />i said i liked your shoes<br />you said, "thanks, can i follow you?"<br />so it's up the stairs and out of view<br />no prying eyes<br />i poured some wine<br />i asked your name, you asked the time<br /><br />i want a lover i don't have to love<br />i want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk<br />where's the kid with the chemicals?<br />i've got a hunger and i can't seem to get full<br />i need some meaning i can memorize<br />the kind i have always seems to slip my mind<br /><br />love's an excuse to get hurt<br />and to hurt.<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(bright eyes)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-3990795036748563729?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-70815702157370278142009-05-03T23:31:00.001+02:002009-05-03T23:31:50.211+02:00and i had a feeling i could be someone<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(tracy chapman)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-7081570215737027814?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-68270176664636608902009-05-03T23:15:00.000+02:002009-05-03T23:16:04.306+02:00ich möchte ganz genau jetzt einfach bei dir sein<br />und zuallerletzt verstehen dass es nicht geht<br />will den moment nochmal entfalten<br />ich will dich nur noch einmal halten<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(wise guys)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-6827017666463660890?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-55317375411314449582009-04-28T17:54:00.000+02:002009-04-28T17:55:09.978+02:00i gave up coffee and cigarettes<br />i hate to say it hasn’t helped me yet<br />i thought my problems would just dissipate<br />and all my pain would be in yesterday<br /><br />i poured my booze all down the kitchen drain<br />and watched my bad habits get flushed away<br />i thought that that would keep my head on straight<br />and all my pain would be in yesterday<br /><br />but it’s true<br />i’m still blue<br />but i finally know what to do<br />i must quit, i must quit, you<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(michelle featherstone)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-5531737541131444958?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-7705160979950744792009-04-28T17:38:00.001+02:002009-04-28T17:38:30.526+02:00i can not go to the ocean<br />i can not drive the streets at night<br />i can not wake up in the morning<br />without you on my mind<br />so you're gone and i'm haunted<br />and i bet you are just fine<br />did i make it that<br />easy to walk right in and out<br />of my life?<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(a fine frenzy)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-770516097995074479?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-50426050074266010402009-04-18T00:13:00.000+02:002009-04-18T00:14:15.151+02:00es wird nicht leicht sein<br />wir müssen bereit sein dafür<br />dann wird es gehen<br />es kann kein vielleicht sein<br />wir müssen es einfach probieren<br />dann wird es gehen<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(laith al-deen)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-5042605007426601040?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-26057220933299503692009-04-17T23:23:00.000+02:002009-04-17T23:24:49.450+02:00sprichst du meine sprache,<br />siehst du mein gesicht?<br />liest du meine träume,<br />wenn ich sie zu dir schick'?<br /><br />wieviel schläge hat dein herz jetzt,<br />und wielange dauert überhaupt das glück?<br />sind die gedanken immer frei?<br />ist unsere seele wirklich jemals wieder leicht?<br /><br />wo kommen all die zweifel her, die uns in herz geschlichen sind<br />und uns in letzter zeit so in frage stellen<br />sollen wir fliehen oder kämpfen<br />geht es dir da so wie mir,<br />dass man manchmal einfach nicht mehr weiß wofür.<br /><br /><br />wo kommen all die zweifel her, die uns in herz geschlichen sind<br />und uns in letzter zeit nur in frage stellen?<br />und jede antwort fällt so schwer,<br />zieht uns tiefer rein ins meer.<br />ich ertrink langsam in dir.<br />ich ertrink langsam in dir.<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(die toten hosen)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-2605722093329950369?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-32763409148944299512009-04-17T13:23:00.001+02:002009-04-17T13:23:29.965+02:00vielleicht ist es wirklich das beste<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(die ärzte)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-3276340914894429951?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-89238698533941617632009-04-10T17:26:00.000+02:002009-04-10T17:27:26.377+02:00i wish for long lingering glances<br />fairytale romances<br />every single day<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(amy macdonald)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-8923869853394161763?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-77655056200011256112009-04-09T22:41:00.000+02:002009-04-09T22:42:03.819+02:00all of the moments that already passed<br />we'll try to go back and make them last<br />all of the things we want each other to be<br />we never will be<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;">(nelly furtado)</span></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-7765505620001125611?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-58289418237910876312009-03-08T11:54:00.002+01:002009-03-08T11:54:32.856+01:00and i see you standing there<br />wanting more from me<br />and all i can do is<br />try<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(nelly furtado)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-5828941823791087631?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-47958757205400007062009-02-11T19:12:00.000+01:002009-02-11T19:13:18.830+01:00wer hat in meinen kopf geschaut,<br />und dich aus meinem traum gebaut?<br /><br />deine haut ist kühl und weich,<br />deine augen sternen gleich.<br />und sie schau'n mich spöttisch an,<br />weil ich nicht süßholz raspeln kann.<br /><br />manchmal möcht' ich dich verführen,<br />dich nur mit meinen blick berühren,<br />weil du so zart bist.<br /><br />und was ich am liebsten spür',<br />bevor ich mich im traum verlier',<br />ist wie du atmest.<br /><br />ohne dich bin ich nicht viel:<br />wie ein besen ohne stiel,<br />wie ein fenster ohne glas,<br />wie mallorca ohne bars,<br />wie ein vogel ohne nest,<br />und darum halte ich dich fest.<br /><br />ich fühle mich von dir beschützt,<br />du bist so schön wie du hier sitzt,<br />und auf mich wartest.<br /><br />du musst nicht deine liebe schwör'n,<br />ich würd' nur gern für immer hör'n,<br />wie du atmest.<br /><br />ich stell mir nie vor wie es wär',<br />gäb's dich irgendwann nicht mehr,<br />weil das zu hart ist.<br /><br />doch sollte ich dich einst verlieren,<br />werd ich in meinen träumen spüren,<br />wie du atmest.<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(die ärzte)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-4795875720540000706?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-59205832140111748972009-02-11T12:46:00.000+01:002009-02-11T12:47:12.762+01:00und alles was ich brauche heut nacht<br />eigentlich nicht viel<br />nur einen platz<br />von dem aus ich<br />deinen schlaf beobachten kann<br />das ist eigentlich nicht viel<br />alles<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(kettcar)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-5920583214011174897?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-14544655301673338402009-01-26T22:37:00.002+01:002009-01-26T22:38:18.888+01:00at my most beautiful<br />i count your eyelashes, secretly.<br />with every one, whisper i love you.<br />i let you sleep.<br />i know you're closed eye watching me,<br />listening.<br />i though i saw a smile.<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(r.e.m.)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-1454465530167333840?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-90129855213091006672009-01-24T10:22:00.000+01:002009-01-24T10:23:27.448+01:00and now i'm flying high above the sky<br />and it's all because of you<br />i got a feeling in my heart<br />my life can really start<br />and it's all because of you<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(sunrise ave.)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-9012985521309100667?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-21909933547137555162009-01-19T03:13:00.001+01:002009-01-19T03:13:44.049+01:00when you were here before<br />couldn't look you in the eye<br />you're just like an angel<br />your skin makes me cry<br />you float like a feather<br />in a beautiful world<br />i wish i was special<br />you're so fucking special<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(radiohead)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-2190993354713755516?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-43556582579432983622009-01-19T02:05:00.001+01:002009-01-19T02:08:19.469+01:00yours is the first face that i saw<br />i think i was blind before i met you<br />now i don't know where i am<br />i don't know where i've been<br />but i know where i want to go<br /><br />so if you want to be with me<br />with these things there's no telling<br />we just have to wait and see<br />but i'd rather be working for a paycheck<br />then waiting to win the lottery<br />besides maybe this time is different<br />i mean i really think you like me<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;">(bright eyes)</span></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-4355658257943298362?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-32069813411913061912009-01-14T23:33:00.001+01:002009-01-14T23:33:52.485+01:00well, we might die from medication<br />but we sure killed all the pain<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(bright eyes)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-3206981341191306191?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-48911271291864549342009-01-14T02:31:00.000+01:002009-01-14T02:33:28.013+01:00but you, but you,<br />you write such pretty words.<br />Bbut life's no story book,<br />love is an excuse to get hurt,<br />and to hurt,<br />"fo you like to hurt?"<br />"i do! i do!"<br />"then hurt me."<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(bright eyes)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-4891127129186454934?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-86630031423241011972009-01-12T23:39:00.000+01:002009-01-12T23:40:09.284+01:00you said you hate my suffering and you understood<br />and you'd take care of me.<br />you'd always be there<br /><br />well where are you now?<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(bright eyes)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-8663003142324101197?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-33741038179669851392008-12-28T15:22:00.001+01:002008-12-28T15:24:08.283+01:00das alles ändert nichts daran,<br />dass du mir wirklich fehlst.<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;">(maya saban + cosmo klein)</span></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-3374103817966985139?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-59970867528830870752008-12-07T00:38:00.001+01:002008-12-07T00:38:29.878+01:00no one ever said that life was fair and i'm not saying that it should be<br />so knowing that you are what you want to be and i'm not comes as no surprise<br />but dont expect me to be happy for you<br />and dont smile at me and tell me things will work out for me too<br />i dont want your pity... i hate your pity<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;">(alesana)</span></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-5997086752883087075?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-59884104956904546472008-12-04T02:23:00.001+01:002008-12-04T02:24:56.038+01:00i'll lock myself alone in a room,<br />drinking until the clock strikes two<br />with just a pen, a pill and some paper<br />and maybe i do not understand<br />so pour another please<br />this should foul up the person that i long to be<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;">(senses fail)</span></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-5988410495690454647?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-41698813240341868802008-11-25T03:01:00.000+01:002008-11-25T03:02:05.345+01:00liebe ist nur ein traum.<br />eine idee. und nicht mehr.<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(die ärzte)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-4169881324034186880?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-67415571600223709662008-11-21T02:30:00.001+01:002008-11-21T02:30:24.560+01:00i dreamt of a fever,<br />one that would cure me of this cold, winter set heart.<br />with heat to melt these frozen tears<br />burned with reasons as to carry on.<br />into these twisted months i plunge without a light to follow<br />but i swear that i would follow anything<br />just get me out of here.<br />and you get six months to adapt<br />then you get two more to leave town.<br />and in the event that you do adapt<br />we still might not want you around.<br />but i fell for the promise of a life with a purpose<br />but i know that that's impossible now.<br />and so i drink to stay warm<br />and to kill selected memories<br />'cause i just can't think anymore about that<br />or about her tonight<br />but i give myself three days to feel better<br />or else i swear i'll drive right off a fucking cliff<br />'cause if i can't learn to make myself feel better<br />how can i expect anyone else to give a shit?<br />and i scream for the sunlight or a car to take me anywhere<br />just get me past this dead and eternal snow<br />'cause i swear that i'm dying, slowly but it's happening<br />and if the perfect spring is waiting somewhere<br />just take me there, just take me there, just take me there<br />and say, and lie to me, and say, and lie to me, and say<br />it's going to be alright<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(bright eyes)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-6741557160022370966?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-5651621203799550642008-11-21T01:41:00.002+01:002008-11-21T01:42:17.405+01:00but i guess i'll have to settle for a few brief moments<br />and watch it all dissolve into a single second<br />try to write it down into a perfect sonnet<br />or one foolish line<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(bright eyes)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-565162120379955064?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-21071996902368519332008-11-21T01:23:00.000+01:002008-11-21T01:24:38.856+01:00erupt again ignore the pill<br />and i won't let it show<br />sacrifice the tortures<br />orchestral tear cash-flow increase delete escape defeat<br />it's all that matters to you<br />cotton case for an iron pill<br />distorted eyes<br />when everything is clearly dying<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(silverchair)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-2107199690236851933?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-10664800491928486642008-11-18T14:37:00.000+01:002008-11-18T14:38:05.657+01:00here i go<br />scream my lungs out and try to get to you<br />you are my only one<br />i let go, there's just no one that gets me like you do<br />you are my only<br />my only one<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(yellow card)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-1066480049192848664?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-25189420296874918162008-11-16T18:29:00.001+01:002008-11-16T18:29:55.640+01:00they've got a wall in china<br />it's a thousand miles long<br />to keep out the foreigners<br />they made it strong<br />and i've got a wall around me<br />that you can't even see<br /><br />it took a little time<br />to get next to me<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(annie lennox)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-2518942029687491816?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-27725270415251848572008-11-16T17:25:00.000+01:002008-11-16T17:27:09.452+01:00vielen dank, für alles was mal war,<br />für jeden guten tag, nun sage mir,<br />wie war dein leben ohne mich?<br />vielen dank für alles was mal war.<br />falls du's vergessen hast, das ist nicht schlimm,<br />ich erinner' mich für dich,<br />an alles was mal war.<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(die toten hosen)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-2772527041525184857?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-3078166510592072022008-11-11T01:45:00.000+01:002008-11-11T01:46:21.435+01:00i call you on the phone<br />every night about this time<br />i've been feelin' so alone<br />i hope that you don't mind<br />don't you know your leavin'<br />has left me with no choice<br />but to call you on the phone<br />just to hear your voice<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(toni price)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-307816651059207202?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-69971878498147361412008-11-10T19:56:00.001+01:002008-11-10T19:57:57.886+01:00und am besten auf dich<br />reimt sich immer noch mich<br />und sehr schön auf trost<br />reimt sich immer noch prost<br />wir wussten von anfang an<br />dort, wo alles begann<br />wir sind am ende allein<br />aber alles muss sich reimen<br />alles muss sich reimen<br /><br />und am besten auf liebe<br />reimt sich immer noch angstschweiß<br />und am besten auf herz<br />reimt sich immer noch sargnagel<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(kettcar)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-6997187849814736141?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-31283182055436173332008-11-05T23:28:00.000+01:002008-11-05T23:29:52.949+01:00do you have the time<br />to listen to me whine<br />about nothing and everything all at once<br />i am one of those<br />melodramatic fools<br />neurotic to the bone, no doubt about it<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(green day)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-3128318205543617333?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-34477627864343068102008-10-30T03:25:00.000+01:002008-10-30T03:28:38.117+01:00ich bin gekommen, um dir zu sagen, dass ich geh<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(annett louisan)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-3447762786434306810?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-28042060553904811282008-10-29T13:21:00.000+01:002008-10-29T13:22:45.190+01:00i don’t know anymore if that feeling is past<br />will it last?<br />oh how can you be sure?<br /><br />and how do i know if you’re feeling the same as me?<br />and how do i know that that’s the only place you want to be?<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;">(amy macdonald)</span></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-2804206055390481128?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-60153788472860708942008-10-26T16:25:00.001+01:002008-10-26T16:26:09.502+01:00and why can't you just hold me<br />and how come it is so hard<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(maria mena)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-6015378847286070894?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-1778410435775262532008-10-23T02:51:00.001+02:002008-10-23T02:51:54.588+02:00i am a woman in love<br />and i'd do anything<br />to get you into my world<br />and hold you within<br />it's a right i defend<br />over and over again<br />what do i do?<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(barbara streisand)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-177841043577526253?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-34486246009137690742008-10-20T20:10:00.000+02:002008-10-20T20:11:24.091+02:00you shiver as i touch your neck<br />and slowly close your eyes<br />i can't resist you even if i try<br />we both surrender to the touch<br />as we lay there side by side<br />and everything around us disappears<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(sasha)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-3448624600913769074?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-46503502916690317942008-10-18T17:27:00.000+02:002008-10-18T17:28:38.976+02:00can't believe the feeling that i felt when i saw you<br />if i was an artist, onto paper i would draw you<br />hang it on a wall with all the masterpieces<br />‘cause that's where you belong<br />before long the people would be lined up down the streets just to see you<br />people that will never get the chance to really meet you<br />they won't see in this gallery just how beautiful you are<br /><br />can't believe the feeling that i felt when i met you<br />if i was the pilot of a jet then i would let you<br />fly us all the way up far into the stars<br />‘cause that's where you belong<br />before long the people would be wondering why we've gone celestial<br />people would be wondering what makes you so special<br />they won't see in this galaxy just how beautiful you are<br /><br />you know i want you<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">i really want you </span><br />you don't know how bad i want you<br />i really do<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(plain white t's)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-4650350291669031794?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-75121387906625808092008-10-17T19:46:00.000+02:002008-10-17T19:48:31.838+02:00i got feelings for you, babe<br />from the first time i laid my eyes on you<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(rednex)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-7512138790662580809?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-4191566114717846352008-10-17T18:47:00.000+02:002008-10-17T18:48:46.753+02:00sometimes i believe in fate,<br />but the chances we create,<br />always seem to ring more true.<br />you took a chance on loving me,<br />i took a chance on loving you.<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(katie melua)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-419156611471784635?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-71828191398335959512008-10-16T00:43:00.000+02:002008-10-16T00:44:28.856+02:00im dreamin out loud,<br />dreamin out loud,<br />cant find a puzzle to fit into piece of apart of me<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(one republic)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-7182819139833595951?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-27803071913073175652008-10-15T21:58:00.001+02:002008-10-15T21:58:51.786+02:00and now i'm singing<br />do do do you wanna be on top<br />or on the<br />ba ba bottom don't make me stop<br />cause i know oh oh<br />i'm in la la love with you girl<br />i can't stop singing<br />do do do you wanna spend the night<br />and wake uh uh up<br />under the morning light<br />cause i know oh oh<br />i'm in la la love with you girl<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(plain white t's)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-2780307191307317565?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-36423829849931829812008-10-05T16:36:00.000+02:002008-10-05T16:37:40.972+02:00i'm sitting here in a boring room<br />it's just another rainy sunday afternoon<br />i'm wasting my time<br />i got nothing to do<br />i'm hanging around<br />i'm waiting for you<br />but nothing ever happens and i wonder<br /><br />i wonder how<br />i wonder why<br />yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky<br />and all that i can see is just a yellow lemon-tree<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(fool's garden)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-3642382984993182981?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-47724436910048192862008-09-30T10:41:00.000+02:002008-09-30T10:44:00.932+02:00manchmal kommt das glück<br />ganz heimlich über nacht<br />und manchmal hat es sogar<br />eine zahnbürste mitgebracht<br />und bleibt<br />und bleibt.<br />manchmal gibt das glück<br />dir einfach einen kuss<br />es bleibt keine zeit zum wundern<br />weil man ja weiterküssen muss<br />stundenlang<br />stundenlang.<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;">(weber-beckmann)</span></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-4772443691004819286?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-29967471290847434542008-09-29T17:31:00.000+02:002008-09-29T17:32:12.846+02:00die letzten gäste sind raus, mein glas ist so leer.<br />neben mir die stühle sind frei<br />und so lang die musik noch läuft und mein tabak noch reicht,<br />nehm ich das volle programm.<br />genieß den rest von mei'm rausch, mein kopf ist so schwer.<br />frauen war'n auch viele dabei,<br />nur mit wem ich wann und wo war und welches thema brisant<br />krieg ich grad nicht mehr zusamm'.<br />ich war so sehr dabei.<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(clueso)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-2996747129084743454?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-48062826307323466872008-09-21T23:41:00.001+02:002008-09-21T23:41:44.730+02:00ich sitz einfach hier <br />ohne ein leisen hauch <br />zu wissen was passiert <br />und ich schreibe dir. ich denke mir nichts aus, nur nach, wie ich es formulier.<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(clueso)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-4806282630732346687?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-42780245737553087492008-09-21T23:22:00.000+02:002008-09-21T23:23:30.596+02:00going back to the corner where i first saw you,<br />gonna camp in my sleeping bag i'm not gonna move,<br />got some words on cardboard got your picture in my hand,<br />saying if you see this girl can you tell her where i am,<br />some try to hand me money they don't understand,<br />i'm not...broke i'm just a broken hearted man,<br />i know it makes no sense, but what else can i do,<br />how can i move on when i'm still in love with you...<br /><br />cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me,<br />and your heart starts to wonder where on this earth i can be,<br />thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet,<br />and you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.<br /><br />so i'm not moving...<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(the script)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-4278024573755308749?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-89513515039396768602008-08-17T01:25:00.000+02:002008-08-17T01:26:07.215+02:00here i go again<br />i promised myself<br />i wouldn't think of you today<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(savage garden)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-8951351503939676860?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-35051497920155685512008-08-15T03:04:00.000+02:002008-08-15T03:05:14.979+02:00all you want is someone there<br /> and all you say is "So what?"<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(alkaline trio)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-3505149792015568551?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-83896032727541672682008-08-12T03:11:00.000+02:002008-08-12T03:12:56.414+02:00nicht mal das meer darf ich wiedersehen<br />wo der wind deine haare vermisst<br />wo jede welle ein seufzer<br />und jedes sandkorn ein blick von dir ist<br />am liebsten wär ich ein astronaut<br />und flöge auf sterne wo gar nichts vertraut<br />und versaut ist durch eine berührung von dir<br />ich werd nie mehr so rein und so dumm sein wie weißes papier<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(element of crime)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-8389603272754167268?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-82103916340401540502008-08-10T16:35:00.000+02:002008-08-10T16:36:07.198+02:00das hab ich doch schon mal gehört<br />nur kann ich mich nicht erinnern<br />gedanken bloß zur schau gestellt<br />oder tot gequält<br />auf der folterbank leises wimmern<br />in meinem kopf ist eine tür<br />der notausstieg für den passagier,<br />der in mir lebt, der in mir lacht<br />und bei bedarf das tor zumacht<br /><br />am ende nichts<br />nur momente, die du nie vergißt<br />wenn es liebe ist<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(the wohlstandskinder)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-8210391634040154050?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-55283191922396946952008-08-07T03:16:00.000+02:002008-08-07T03:17:05.177+02:00one more tear falling down your face<br />doesn’t mean that much to the world<br />one more loss in a losing life<br />doesn’t hurt so bad anymore.<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(weezer)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-5528319192239694695?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-49373480281083961592008-08-07T01:06:00.000+02:002008-08-07T01:07:26.851+02:00by now you should know everything you say<br />can and will be used against you some day<br />i got the microphone so don’t go too far<br />cause i’m gonna tell the whole world how you really are<br /><br />i don’t even care how you’re gonna feel<br />cause i’ve already tried to give you something real<br />so go ahead and get mad never talk to me again<br />i don’t even care cause i got my<br /><br />revenge<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(plain white t's)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-4937348028108396159?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-89351246566236238822008-08-06T02:57:00.001+02:002008-08-06T02:57:49.071+02:00they've got a wall in china<br />its a thousand miles long<br />to keep out the foreigners<br />they made it strong<br />and i've got a wall around me<br />that you cant even see<br />it took a little time<br />to get next to me<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(annie lennox)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-8935124656623623882?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-14487010789565516402008-08-06T01:32:00.000+02:002008-08-06T01:33:30.033+02:00you could say we were just a big mistake,<br />i think it's worth making,<br />worth feeling,<br />i would say good things come to those who wait,<br />i would say anything if you'd believe it.<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(plain white t's)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-1448701078956551640?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-53115757015768628142008-08-04T01:35:00.001+02:002008-08-04T01:35:50.965+02:00es fällt mir schwer, das zu kapier'n<br />doch irgendwie wird es schon gehn<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(silbermond)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-5311575701576862814?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-34609782598996476422008-08-01T17:02:00.000+02:002008-08-01T17:03:03.741+02:00out of my life, out of my mind<br />out of the tears we can’t deny<br />we need to swallow all our pride<br />and leave this mess behind<br /><blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;">(sunrise avenue)</span></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-3460978259899647642?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-64157407596080854872008-08-01T03:13:00.000+02:002008-08-01T03:14:10.767+02:00such a lonely day<br />shouldn't exist<br />it's a day that i'll never miss<br /><br />such a lonely day<br />and it's mine<br />the most loneliest day of my life<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>system of a down</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-6415740759608085487?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-71131723838912414432008-07-27T18:20:00.003+02:002008-08-10T16:37:59.727+02:00hate is a strong word,<br />but i really, really, really don't like you.<br />now that it's over<br />i don't even know what i liked about you.<br />brought you around,<br />and you just brought me down.<br />hate is a strong word,<br />but i really, really, really don't like you.<br /><br />now that it's over you can't hurt me.<br />now that it's over you can't bring me down.<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(plain white t's)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-7113172383891241443?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-31378883405314468842008-07-19T22:19:00.002+02:002008-07-19T22:22:26.522+02:00all of the moments that already passed<br />we'll try to go back and make them last<br />all of the things we want each other to be<br />we never will be<br /><br />then i see you standing there<br />wanting more from me<br />and all i can do is try<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(nelly furtado)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-3137888340531446884?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-87492145371008279512008-07-17T02:30:00.000+02:002008-07-17T02:31:04.032+02:00sunrise, the sun sets.<br />you are hopeful and then you regret.<br />the circle never breaks.<br />with a sunrise and a sunset there’s a change of heart or address.<br />is there nothing that remains?<br />for a sunrise or a sunset.<br />you're manic or you're depressed.<br />will you ever feel ok?<br />for a sunrise or sunset, your lover is an actress.<br />did you really think she'd stay?<br />for a sunrise or sunset.<br /><br />but everything you do is leading to the point<br />where you just won't know what to do.<br />and at that moment you may laugh<br />but there is someone there who will be laughing louder than you.<br />so it's true, the trick is complete.<br />become everything you said that you never would be.<br />you're a fool! you're a fool!<br />sunrise, sunset.<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(bright eyes)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-8749214537100827951?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-552732938387683432008-07-15T02:16:00.000+02:002008-07-15T02:17:20.371+02:00we're one but we're not the same<br />well we hurt each other and we're doin it again<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(johnny cash)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-55273293838768343?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-59161504563583305632008-07-05T05:00:00.000+02:002008-07-05T05:03:13.473+02:00und eine zuckersüße lüge<br />will doch jeder leben<br />drum tu ich einfach weiter so<br />als ob, hang on und<br />PUNKROCK BABY!<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(moral majority)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-5916150456358330563?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-37278263012971034202008-07-01T22:08:00.000+02:002008-07-01T22:09:59.885+02:00i was born too late<br />into a world that doesn't care<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(sandi thom)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-3727826301297103420?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-4269802840153304002008-06-29T03:34:00.001+02:002008-06-29T03:34:47.097+02:00i'm sittin' here tryin' to convince myself<br />that you're not the one for me<br />but the more i think, the less i believe it<br />and the more i want you here with me<br /><br />well i didn't mean for this to go as far as it did<br />and i didn't mean to get so close and share what we did<br />and i didn't mean to fall in love, but i did<br />and you didn't mean to love me back but i know you did<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(plain white t's)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-426980284015330400?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-60601006458765413432008-06-28T16:48:00.000+02:002008-08-10T16:38:12.375+02:00<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">ich geb zu,manchmal sitz ich da und ich weiß nicht mehr,<br />was für uns gut ist, wer schuld trägt, an dem was war und was passiert,<br />denn wenn man im nachhinein erfährt, wie viel konstruiert ist,<br />wird einem so kalt, dass man fast erfiert.<br />vielleicht sind wir alle schon komplett gestört,<br />das uns ringsum so viel schwachsinn völlig fasziniert.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(clueso)</blockquote></span><br /> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-6060100645876541343?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-32648378138105805402008-06-26T21:22:00.004+02:002008-08-10T16:38:09.148+02:00wishing on a dream that seems far off<br />hoping it will come today<br />into the starlit night<br />foolish dreamers turn their gaze<br />waiting on a shootin star<br /><br />but<br />what if that star is not to come<br />will their dreams fade to nothing?<br />when the horizon darkens most<br />we all need to believe there is hope<br /><br />is an angel watching closely over me?<br />can there be a guiding light i've yet to see?<br />i know my heart should guide me but<br />theres a hole within my soul<br /><br />what will fill this emptiness inside of me<br />am i to be satisfied without knowing<br />i wish then for a chance to see<br />now all i need (desperately)<br />is my star to come...<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(jennifer stigile)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-3264837813810580540?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-82476114979313192752008-06-26T02:22:00.000+02:002008-06-26T02:23:34.301+02:00ich hasse meine gefühle<br />und meine hilflosigkeit<br />aber ich bin mir ganz sicher<br />das geht vorbei mit der zeit<br /><br />aber ich werds überleben<br />und mit glück<br />bleibt nur eine narbe zurück<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(farin urlaub)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-8247611497931319275?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-53506963874117946992008-06-24T18:17:00.002+02:002008-08-10T16:38:09.148+02:00because maybe<br />you're gonna be the one who saves me ?<br />and after all<br />you're my wonderwall<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(oasis)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-5350696387411794699?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-43567793627234871612008-06-21T23:19:00.000+02:002008-06-21T23:20:20.924+02:00wir sind bei ihr und sie fragt höflich<br />was ich möchte, 'nen dummen spruch verkneif ich mir.<br />ich sag, was kühles trinken wär vielleicht das beste<br />es ist ja auch sehr heiß bei dir.<br />sie serviert als hätt' sie königliche gäste<br />ich stell mir vor wie sie ihr kleid verliert.<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(clueso)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-4356779362723487161?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-61533434231273294442008-06-21T05:00:00.000+02:002008-08-10T16:38:05.473+02:00turn out the light<br />i'll stay if you want me to<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(the new amsterdams)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-6153343423127329444?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-45495364819430429872008-06-21T00:14:00.001+02:002008-08-10T16:38:09.149+02:00ich warte schon so lange, auf den einen moment<br />ich bin auf der suche, nach 100 prozent<br />wann ist es endlich richtig, wann macht es einen sinn<br />ich werde es erst wissen, wenn ich angekommen bin.<br /><br />ich will sagen:<br />so soll es sein, so kann es bleiben<br />so hab ich es mir gewünscht, alles passt perfekt zusammen<br />weil endlich alles stimmt und mein herz gefangen nimmt<br /><br />wenn es da ist werd ich feiern, ich weiß da ist noch mehr<br />es liegt noch soviel vor mir, ich lauf noch hinter her<br />bis jetzt fühl ich nur die hälfte, von allem was geht<br />ich muss noch weiter suchen, weil immer noch was fehlt<br /><br />ich will sagen:<br />so soll es sein, so kann es bleiben<br />so hab ich es mir gewünscht, alles passt perfekt zusammen<br />weil endlich alles stimmt und mein herz gefangen nimmt<br /><br />ich weiß nicht wo du bist, oder wo du wohnst<br />aber eins ist sicher das es sich lohnt,<br />ich bete jede nacht, dass ich dich finde<br /><br />und du sagst:<br />so soll es sein, so kann es bleiben<br />so hab ich es mir gewünscht, alles passt perfekt zusammen<br />weil endlich alles stimmt, soll es sein, so kann es bleiben<br />genauso ist es gut, alles passt perfekt zusammen<br />weil endlich alles in mir ruht<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(ich &amp; ich)</blockquote></span><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-4549536481943042987?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-70083873022247325292008-06-19T00:13:00.001+02:002008-08-10T16:37:59.728+02:00ein letzter satz jetzt<br />ein leichtes nicken<br />die letzten wörter<br />in augenblicken<br />und es ist gut so<br />und folgerichtig<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">sag zum abschied leise</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"fick dich."</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(kettcar)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-7008387302224732529?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-45812397517937166142008-06-18T23:55:00.001+02:002008-08-10T16:38:16.441+02:00<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">you could say we were just a big mistake.<br />i think it's worth making,<br />worth repeating.<br />i would say good things come to those who wait.<br />i would say anything if you'd believe it. </p><br />i might be a fool, but you might be one too.<br />maybe we're all that we needed.<br />two wrongs don't make a right,<br />but i don't care tonight.<br />maybe we're all that we needed<br /><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">maybe we're perfectly not meant to be,<br />or more alike than we're willing to see.<br />maybe we're not meant to not disagree.<br />maybe we're crazy, baby. </p> <span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(plain white t's)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-4581239751793716614?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-3672065302719398852008-06-18T16:25:00.000+02:002008-08-10T16:37:59.728+02:00ich möchte ganz genau jetzt einfach bei dir sein,<br />und zu allerletzt verstehen, dass es nicht geht.<br />will den moment noch mal entfalten.<br />ich will dich nur noch einmal halten...<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(wise guys)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-367206530271939885?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-9470242902909770392008-06-17T04:07:00.001+02:002008-08-10T16:37:59.728+02:00we only said goodbye with words<br />i died a hundred times<br />you go back to her<br />and i go back to black<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(amy winehouse)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-947024290290977039?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-78391567955742540842008-06-17T02:48:00.001+02:002008-08-10T16:37:59.729+02:00And it's so hard to do<br />And so easy to say<br />But sometimes<br />Sometimes you just have to walk away<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(ben harper)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-7839156795574254084?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-81878856334774160252008-06-15T03:28:00.000+02:002008-06-15T03:29:11.708+02:00weil es manchmal egal ist<br />ob man jetzt wirklich<br />wirklich mutig ist<br />oder nur tut als ob<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(kettcar)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-8187885633477416025?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-5378018824374093032008-06-15T02:07:00.000+02:002008-08-10T16:37:59.730+02:00and all i know is you came<br />too quickly and left the same<br />i couldn't believe it when you stayed.<br />i just knew you were leavin' soon<br />i'm only staring at your eyes dear<br />to think of a reason why mine cry.<br />i wanna get you back<br />so i can give you away.<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(bad astronaut)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-537801882437409303?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-18119283063157577352008-06-14T17:51:00.000+02:002008-08-10T16:37:59.731+02:00niemand da, der dich versteht<br />und weiß, was in dir vor sich geht<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(farin urlaub)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-1811928306315757735?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-84445876793699912782008-06-14T03:10:00.001+02:002008-06-14T03:10:33.484+02:00es sind die gedanken in kurzen momenten, gedacht und verdrängt um nicht weiter zu denken.<br />die schrankwand im geiste schon dreimal zerschlagen, und wenn es so weit ist, kann man es nicht ertragen.<br />wie man was verkauft, um vorbereitet zu sein und dann steht man davor und traut sich nicht mal rein.<br />bleibt einfach nur stehen, und erkennt erst dann, dass man sich auf den moment nicht vorbereiten kann.<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(kettcar)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-8444587679369991278?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-53223068404838784182008-06-14T02:27:00.000+02:002008-06-14T02:28:03.383+02:00komm nenn es falsch und nenn es dumm<br />doch zuerst denk nach und dann sag warum<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(but alive)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-5322306840483878418?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-58026940104586311762008-06-14T01:20:00.000+02:002008-06-14T01:21:35.847+02:00wie ein netz wirft sich der regen über das ganze land,<br />klopft an unser fenster und erinnert uns daran,<br />dass es kein leben ohne schmerz gibt, ohne suche nach dem sinn,<br />keine chance etwas aufzuhalten, keine chance etwas zurückzudrehen.<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(die toten hosen)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-5802694010458631176?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197062088265421480.post-68534123881913942072008-06-13T20:23:00.000+02:002008-06-13T20:24:37.846+02:00doch der schmerz ist zuckersüß<br />und irgendwie auch so vertraut<br />ich hab' mich dran gewöhnt<br />so fehlt zur letzten konsequenz<br />einmal mehr das bisschen mut<br />und die paradoxe wut darüber<br />wird im traum ertränkt<br />von der beschissenen leichtigkeit des scheins<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>(wizo)</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197062088265421480-6853412388191394207?l=casiola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>casiolanoreply@blogger.com0