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Unter diesem Bild steht 5-mal mehr Text als der durchschnittliche FC User ließt by Simon Gangl

Unter diesem Bild steht 5-mal mehr Text als der durchschnittliche FC User ließt


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19.03.2007 at 22:53h, License: All pictures © by the senders.
... 'I have an unfortunate character. Whether it is my upbringing that made me like that or God who created me so, I don't know. I know only that if I cause unhappiness to others I myself am no less unhappy. I realize this is poor consolation for them--but the fact remains that it's so. In my early youth after leaving my parents, I plunged into all the pleasures money could buy, and naturally these pleasures grew distasteful to me. Then I went into high society, but soon enough grew tired of it; I fell in love with beautiful society women and was loved by them, but their love only aggravated my imagination and vanity while my heart remained desolate . . . I began to read and to study, but wearied of learning too. I saw that neither fame nor happiness depended on it in the slightest, for the happiest people were the most ignorant, and fame was a matter of luck, to achieve which you only had to be clever. And I grew bored . . . Soon I was transferred to the Caucasus--this was the happiest time of my life. I hoped that boredom would not survive under Chechen bullets--but it's no use. In a month I had become so accustomed to their whine and the breath of death that, to tell the truth, the mosquitoes bothered me more, and life became more boring than ever because I had now lost practically my last hope. When I saw Bela in my quarters, when I held her on my lap and first kissed her raven locks, I foolishly thought she was an angel sent down to me by a compassionate Providence . . . Again I was mistaken: the love of a savage girl is little better than that of a well-born lady. The ignorance and simplicity of the one are as boring as the coquetry of the other. I still love her, if you want to know. I am grateful to her for a few rather blissful moments. I am ready to die for her even, but I am really bored with her . . . I don't know whether I am a fool or a scoundrel, but the fact is that I am to be pitied as much, if not more than she. My soul has been warped by the world, my mind is restless, my heart insatiable--nothing satisfies me. I grow accustomed to sorrow as readily as to joy, and my life becomes emptier from day to day. Only one thing is left for me, and that is to travel. As soon as possible I'll set out--not for Europe, God forbid--but for America, Arabia, India--and maybe I'll die somewhere on the road! Ar least I'm sure that with the help of storms and bad roads this consolation won't soon cease to be a last resort.' He talked long in this vein and his words seared themselves in my memory for it was the first time I had heard such talk from a man of twenty-five, and, I hope to God, the last. ... - Mikhail Lermonton, A hero of our time

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We live in a time where the boarders of capability have reached the horizonts of our imagination. There are no beautiful and daring dreams to dream left, there are no undiscovered und mysterious places to go ... our lives have been made redundant by the machine that destroyed anything of what was left of our imagination. So, are there no good reason left?

Yes, there are. Every sunrise is a reason. Every single and tiny snowflake holds within the reason. But we don't believe in them anymore, because they have mislead and betray us for so many times!

You could be the reason. Your energy and love, your wonderful and warm smile. Your tiny little heart shaped piercing is the reason. Your way of loving life. I love you, because your smile could show me a life beyond the stars.

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Susanne Liehmann, 20.03.2007 at 8:04h

Der Titel ist wohl wirklich wahrr ..........:-)

Das Foto ein bissel diesig und leicht unscharf, aber es hat was von einer Tristesse..........

LG Susanne


Christian Profitlich , 1.12.2007 at 17:05h

und genau aus diesem Grund liebe ich es. Lg Chris


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