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“Sometimes the path that leads to finding your very own self leads across the heart of another person. And when the time has come, you have to let him go, because some people are your preterite. Don't indulge yourself in reminiscences of the past. There's always a reason why things happen the way they do. And if something old is dying, something new will be born. The present is the only thing that matters. It's the only thing that really exists. The past shouldn't be a part of it. It belongs to us, as all the things that we have experienced, suffered, learned, but it should never affect our present. The only thing we can form is what is present. And this present is the most valuable property we own. And we must make use of this present. We must cherish it. And I fill my present with dreams of fairytale castles and walks in the sun that is getting warmer on every new day. I fill it with dreams of glances onto the lavish splendour of rose-coloured spring and summer blossoms, of new poetry and new songs, of melodies in my heart and kindred souls, of new colours on my skin and flights through strange yet familiar worlds and the ever anew and ever perpetuating abundance and magic of life. Because the tragedy in life is never tragic as a whole. It grants us the chance to be more than what we have been before.”

“What is it like to fall in love? What does it feel like? It's this tingling sensation you feel, somewhere in the remotest corners of your stomach. The feeling that butterflies are dancing within you. The feeling that you never want to sleep again because reality finally feels better than any dream you've dreamt before. The feeling that all the colours all around you radiate a bit more than they did before and that your own radiance competes with all the colours all around you. The feeling that all the people all around you drink in this radiance, giving it back to you and that everything is ablaze with light and that everything fell into place and that everything will stay in this place. The feeling that your own happiness is intertwined with this significant other who suddenly found his way into your life. The feeling you feel within you whenever this significant other looks at you in this way, he doesn't look at anyone else. The feeling that you have already known this significant other for ages. The feeling that you waited for this significant other all your life. The feeling that you want to spend the rest of your days with this significant other. The feeling that you're not solely yourself and him not solely himself but that what has changed is bearing a name: we. We, together.”

“Love doesn't solely consist of books, films, and music and sharing the same past. It consists of the present and the future. It consists of the understanding that you want to grow and prosper together. That you don't solely look at each other but also look in the same direction. We faced different directions, and it's no use to stick to that. We would waste away our time. We only live once. We're obliged to fill our time how we honestly, sincerely, want it to be. My darling, sometimes love isn't enough. Ours we have lost in a time in which both of us kept moving without looking at each other. You will always be a part of me, and I will remain a part of you. You were a good chapter, but never more than that.”

“I have to write. I have to write and re-write myself in all that's hidden within me. The unspoken heart is the place I need to travel to, to rediscover the language that I had lost. I felt and hoped myself empty in dreams that never belonged to me. So how can I be with myself? My heart struggled itself out of my body, lying shattered in pieces all over the places I've never been to and won't ever be, while my head is the only thing remaining, dethinking itself in all that hadn't been and won't ever be.”

“When I think back to the first time we met, it feels like a dream," you said, only a few days later. And thus you voiced what came true only a few months later. It had been a dream. [...] "Even then, you have sealed our preterite," I said. "Why do you say something like this," you asked me. "Because we never had the chance to share the present.”

“the last words have been spoken hanging over my head – the sword of Damocles since the beginning of time I will keep on weeping over thoughts and over you wandering about all of my rooms your absence is all around me and the silence is more frightening then any sound has been before too much is truth in those words: that wonders are falsehood and the days are gone, never to return”

“Real love,” said the old carpenter to the young lady, “is a cock-and-bull story, told by an idiot.” “But why,” she answered, “are you talking in those harsh, black-woven words? You need to believe that one day you will see the light. Maybe this nightmare you've pierced inside your head is only a dream.”

“I swam in the open seas and a faceless man counted the time that nevermore belongs to me. Do you feel the same? Do you dream of a time that bears another name? You drew me in your own image and I wrote your name all over my heart – fiery lights are all I see behind my eyes.”

“Dancing is my passion. Dancing means dreaming with your feet. The poetry of your body. What I cannot express with words I express with my body. I move to the music, let it flow through my limbs. Form the notes within me. Make them visible. Become one with the music. I become an instrument. I become music. I am music. I am entirely in the moment. I live and breathe and swirl in a circle, flow in gentle movements with the harmonies, fly through the skies. I am all mine, all my own. I am free.”