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I could start(again) with “It’s been a while” but I won’t. I mean I’ve promised something to myself so I can’t just press the replay button over and over again. The last time I was here, 2011 was still on. A holy child was born  and the “apocalyptical” year has come. So I guess I need some “apocalyptical” 2012 resolution. Actually I dare to say it’s an “apocalyptical” fact: my time outside the tennis court WILL COME TO AN END this year ! My rivals will bend the knee or I will destroy them!:)) Fuck that! I will destroy them anyway hehehe’

What do I wish for you in 2012? Too many or maybe too little. Or maybe it doesn’t matter. So I just wish you will find at least one thing you’ve lost. It’s always a nice feeling, isn’t it?

I would have written more but I have to catch some naughty dwarfs doing skateboarding under my bed, thinking I’m too focused on typing to even notice them. I still have the corner of my eye, little pricks!

Meanwhile,  here’s a nice poem as a “laters” ( not into reading it? listen to the song under)

“Love

 I see a slow, simple youngster by a busy street, with a begging bowl in his shaking hand.

 Trying to smile but hurting infinitely. Nobody notices.

 I do, but walk by.

 An old man gets naked and kisses a model-doll in his attic.

 It's half-light and he's in tears.

 When he finally comes his eyes are cascading.

 I see a beaten dog in a pungent alley. He tries to bite me.

 All pride has left his wild drooling eyes.

 I wish I had my leg to spare.

 A mother visits her son, smiles to him through the bars.

 She's never loved him more.

 An obese girl enters an elevator with me.

 All dressed up fancy, a green butterfly on her neck.

 Terribly sweet perfume deafens me.

 She's going to dinner alone.

 That makes her even more beautiful.

 I see a model's face on a brick wall.

 A statue of porcelain perfection beside a violent city kill.

 A city that worships flesh.

 The 1st thing I ever heard was a wandering man telling his story

 It was you, the grass under my bare feet

 The campfire in the dead of the night

 The heavenly black of sky and sea

 It was us

 Roaming the rainy roads, combing the gilded beaches

 Waking up to a new gallery of wonders every morn

 Bathing in places no-one's seen before

 Shipwrecked on some matt-painted island

 Clad in nothing but the surf - beauty's finest robe

 Beyond all mortality we are, swinging in the breath of nature

 In early air of the dawn of life

 A sight to silence the heavens

 I want to travel where life travels, following its permanent lead

 Where the air tastes like snow music

 Where grass smells like fresh-born Eden

 I would pass no man, no stranger, no tragedy or rapture

 I would bathe in a world of sensation

 Love, Goodness, and Simplicity

 ( While violated and imprisoned by technology )

 The thought of my family's graves was the only moment I used to experience true love

 That love remains infinite, as I'll never be the man my father is

 How can you "just be yourself" when you don't know who you are?

 Stop saying "I know how you feel"

 How could anyone know how another feels?

 Who am I to judge a priest, beggar, whore, politician, wrongdoer?

 I am, you are, all of them already

 Dear child, stop working, go play

 Forget every rule

 There's no fear in a dream

 "Is there a village inside this snowflake?"

 - a child asked me

 "What's the color of our lullaby?"

 I've never been so close to truth as then

 I touched its silver lining

 Death is the winner in any war

 Nothing noble in dying for your religion

 For your country

 For ideology, for faith

 For another man, yes

 Paper is dead without words

 Ink idle without a poem

 All the world dead without stories

 Without love and disarming beauty

 Careless realism costs souls

 Ever seen the Lord smile?

 All the care for the world made Beautiful a sad man?

 Why do we still carry a device of torture around our necks?

 Oh, how rotten your pre-apocalypse is

 All you bible-black fools living over nightmare ground

 I see all those empty cradles and wonder

 If man will ever change

 I, too, wish to be a decent manboy but all I am

 Is smoke and mirrors

 Still given everything, may I be deserving

 And there forever remains that change from G to Em””