For one human being to love another; that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation. -Rilke 🔪✒️
I adore you very much my expensive life!!!!!
thank you how you are for me!!!!
I live for you and thank you that happy one do you are the queen hardly I wait for it how I shall be allowed to see you honey! I am on the world the your largest fan forever and ever!!!! I am happy very nicely thank you:) Gaga you soooo beautiful perfect amazing cool good i love you baby!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
but what if you are ready to take it on, and you don`t know if it is going to be respected, returned? I`m frightened to end up as a emotional whore, like, how to know who is worth? Isn`t it frightening to give someone your full trust, on all levels, but still feeling it might be abused and you`ll end up nothing but a clown, played out. But then again, if you don`t try, you never know.
Each problem has two poles. One paradox to activate it, other paradox to cancel it. So just think in the best idea. In that way, is how you resolve the problems of your mind and the universe.
something of a book that i am writing.
A witch was doing things that she should not do.
For your calm, Is not about you. Is about other woman.
This woman was condemned to stay in a chair, because i realize that she was making witchcrafts, then I do "something", and the woman mysteriously stop to work. The inquisition used to burn this kind of women, but I prefer take that woman to a worst place. This place is darkness, totally darkness, you only hear the voices. The voices of the hell, and Do you want know, what is she trying to do since the sunday?, She is trying to talk with me, and yesterday some people listened her crying at 3: 11 am. But How I know whats gonna happen?, Not even I know.
rilke was a great poet...Mädchenmelancholie
Mir fällt ein junger Ritter ein
fast wie ein alter Spruch.
Der kam. So kommt manchmal im Hain
der große Sturm und hüllt dich ein.
Der ging. So läßt das Benedein
der großen Glocken dich allein
oft mitten im Gebet...
Dann willst du in die Stille schrein,
und weinst doch nur ganz leis hinein
tief in dein kühles Tuch.
Mir fällt ein junger Ritter ein,
der weit in Waffen geht.
Sein Lächeln war so weich und fein:
wie Glanz auf altem Elfenbein,
wie Heimweh, wie ein Weihnachtsschnein
im dunkeln Dorf, wie Türkisstein
um den sich lauter Perlen reihn,
wie Mondenschein
auf einem lieben buch
...dont be sad, gaga...😘