2006, the hours.

in january i saw the stars rise in finland. in february i was given a second chance. in march i learned that if i choose freedom, nothing can happen to me. in april i went to look for america. in may i was taught the paradox of our age. in june i learned that heroes…

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christmas

i am were i had some of the happiest moments in the last couple of months, back at the desk at the newspaper. nobody is here, even news take a break on christmas. it’s been a weird year, filled with so many emotions that i don’t know where to start. i just wish that you,…

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it’s about us

“The ‘great man’ theory of history is usually attributed to the Scottish philosopher Thomas Carlyle who wrote, that ‘the history of the world is but the biography of great men’ He believed it is the few, the powerful and the famous who shape our collective destiny as a species. That theory took a serious beating…

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so yes, hallelujah – i am going home

I did my best, it wasn’t much I couldn’t feel, so I tried to touch I’ve told the truth, I didn’t come to fool you And even though It all went wrong I’ll stand before the Lord of Song With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah. I believe.

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the thing with moms

you can’t help but wonder where moms take the endless patience, power and time to deal with their kids sorrows, small and big. like kids sitting in belgium, running out of money, rather wanting to be home. i can’t imagine life without you in it. i believe.

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home

there are no words to describe what being home feels like. not that there would be a necessity for any. i believe.

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In Flanders Fields

Yes I was there. In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved, and were loved, and…

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on a friday afternoon

so yes i am here but i’d rather be somewhere else. and probably this one time it was wrong to leave, because it wasn’t my heart that guided me. Den Staub von unseren Füßen wird der Wind der Zeit verwehen. Ihr von morgen werdet neue Wege gehen I believe.

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