D. (dalaruan) wrote,

2014 no slow motion, no repeat

Das Jahr vergeht in Monatsraten.
Es ist schon wieder fast vorbei.
Und was man tut, sind selten Taten.
Das, was man tut, ist Tuerei.

Erich Kästner, Herbst auf der ganzen Linie

Robert ParkeHarrison - Lucid Dream

New year's morn', the sun breaks through the clouds.

Use your time means use your life.
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