The way a commercial way works?

m.

awesome quotes

"Was chaotisch klingt, ist in Wirklichkeit der perfekte Ausdruck was wirklich ist."

"Ich habe kein Sozialleben.
Ich trinke nicht, ich gehe nicht in Clubs.
Wenn ich eine gute Zeit haben will, gehe ich in mein Studio."

Omar Rodriguez-Lopez (Mars Volta)

a mirror

A mirror,
a mirror.
oh what can I see,
myself,
maybe much different,
but maybe quite real.

I think a mirror
can't be out of glass,
let's decide what u are
by a critical mass.

Your friends,
your family
and even your foes.
Look deep into
and build your inner self
from the head to the toes.

So to find your mind
reflect all your surroundings,
you might not like what you get,
but these are all your boundaries.

(Lisboa, Portugal) m.

lost a friend

Today I have to be kinda of sad,
I've lost someone close,
which makes me mad.

A close fellower who travelled with me
even to down under
and survived all the deserts,
salt water and stormy thunder.

But today was the day
it fell down and broke apart.
A bandage of view has to be found
with a new friend - a new lens
a new start.

So rest in peace
my favourite third eye
the things we've seen together
(printed on paper)
will last the passing time.

(Lisboa, Portugal) m.

travel

Once again I'm sitting
in a foreign city.
This time called Lisbon,
questioning the travel
and if the way we do it,
maybe seemes to be wrong.

Not an ordinary tourist
but here for only three days,
feels like a weird in-between
of (not) sightseeing
and no chance to get deep.

But one way or the other,
we got one thing in common,
get away from a place called home,
for maybe different reasons.

Brightens up your horizon
and let u feel alive again,
do it as often as u can.
maybe for a life-time.

(Lisboa, Portugal) m.

insane

For the same amount of money
to go 200km by train,
I can fly to a place like Lisboa, Portugal.
Does this sound insane?

(Airplane, somewhere in the sky) m.

cooking slam

while enjoying after-spanish-lesson-cooking, the calk wanted to be on the door and tell a story about the incredible oven :)

m.

some words...

The two-headed monster is up on my way,
to kill the irrationality
no matter what I say.

It comes close, but it never appears,
the two-headed monster
watches over my fears.

The sunlight is enlighten my terrible views,
of this sick society
I don't need some proofs.

Be home in the base,
maybe for good.
the time will tell,
somthing I don't know but should.

m.

maybe the best so far?

as people referencing this one to the best photo I've ever made, it should find its way down here:

I really love Mike in front of my lens, his abilities of expressions and mood for the photos are incredible.

m.

"down under"

this one was for a competition of a local radio station (FM4) to win Aussie-tickets and made it in the finals (2 out of 160 transmittals); sad but I lost the music-radio-on-air-quiz...

"I've heard a sound
like it was ringing,
out of the toilet
a human singing?

Felt like a dream
of the other side,
now it is a girl talking
about being somewhere else at night.

I'm building a telephone
still thinking I'm insane,
maybe there happened a damage,
to my poor little brain.

But as the talk lasts for an hour
with a girl who tells me the water
rans inverted in their shower,
I have to believe her amazin' stories,
about sitting under the table for dinner
and going upside down with no worries.

Of driving all along
on the left-handed side,
A strange preposterous world coming to my mind.

Maybe the rumors
that the world is a plate,
are not of a psycho's mind
of an agitated state.

They have to be seen as totally true
a whole civilisatioon
is living (on the other side)

under our shoes."

check out the other photos of the set at my flickr site and feel free to leave a comment.

m.

get the ball rolling

heya folks!

finally I'm gonna do it. Try stuff, show the (for me) good one and maybe getting some response from ya... Thx for all the encouragement to publish it...

cheerio,
m

back on, or reborn?

time passed by, as my return of beautiful life in Australia was the end of my first prostitution of my inner self on the web - the blog about my internship down under.

as people repeat to tell me I should write lyrics , and I'm still no muso, I maybe better write the confrontations with the world down here.

Gonna see what happens, hey?

m.