Ein älterer Text..was mit Universum und Schreiben..+ "The birdcatcher´s wedding"
Momentarily I seem to others very selfcentered and demanding. But this is a necessary step in developping my true SELF.
I am a good person. I am a beautiful person. I am an intelligent person. And I have found my destiny in writing, rhyming, sayings, merchandise and movie concepts, my blog and in talking to people of all religions, homecountries and character types.
I am the "Missing Link" between the lost and the beautiful und poor People who have lost their hope, who are working all the time and do not have any beauty within their lives. But I can see that e.g. my poor Father Theodor (the gift of god) will be healt. He is on the right track.
The storyteller (not for now, but "coming soon" to a mouth near you ;-).
The birdcatcher´s wedding
David was in a good mood. His cold had gone away. He would be a father in a few months and had a beautiful Papagena coming to him. In fact they never had skin contact before. It had happened with the help of Angel Stefan and the Phantom of the Opera "Love never dies". Strange coincidence, that the actor of Eric had been the Beast before.
The phantom had watched Judith in the same hypnotic way he himself had at the concert in Frankfurt.
She just attracted fascinating men. She had received an autograph from "Mozart" at the Musical "Mozart Superstar" on March 1st.
In "Love never dies" she was so shaken by orgasms, that she dared to masturbate sitting on the floor. She felt so at home at the musical theatre that she fell asleep on the floor then. A friendly team manager later talked to her and gave her a free orange juice. Judith had entered the Tui Operettenhaus by singing "the Phantom of the Opera". Until a few days before, no one wanted to hear her voice.
David smiled to himself. His brave little redhead, his Juditta Papagena Bongartz. Now she knew for sure she was pregnant, with Aurora Marie Garrett, the son that would follow in a few years would be named Achillion Phillip Garrett and a second daughter would be named Theodora Elena.
David had always loved independent women. He was not interested in money or race, in social status or body shape. He just loved "women who knew what they want". He thought of them, like every real man as "always sexy".
He had never had a red head girlfriend before, but dreamt of it. He loved Judith´s passion, he loved her hunger for him, he loved her voice, which he had heard at the Villa Kennedy, a beautiful modern, luxurious Vampire Castle not so far from the "Alte Oper Frankfurt", at least if you have got a smartphone and know your way.
Judith had walked a few kilometres to find the hotel. Luckily she had the phone number in her small mobile which had been given to her by her parents. She had met three people who had written the path to Marriage for her. She had been given an empty water bottle, after crouching in a small park, a couple had filled it with water later, then she had met a few friendly "pirates" who gave her beer, company, money the direction to his hotel and a first marriage contract.
She had begun her wandering after resting, feeding the cute little guineapigs (who had not been discovered by anyone in Frankfurt) at the Goethe Universität, then spending the last of her money (at least he had given her 2€ as a tip for singing and dancing) for a bustrip to Sachsenhausen (when I reconsider it, that was nearly half an hour). That was around 18.30. She arrived at the hotel at 21.43.
By the time she left the friendly spirits the moon in the shape of a male banana had hung high above the world. She had rested a few minutes at an empty busstop. It was neither cold, nor fear inducing. All in all she had called the hotel 3 times. At first they didnot admit he lived there. Then they wrote down her number (of the phone lost into nothingness now).
The 3rd time the concierge said "I believe everything you say".
So she had knocked three times at his hotel.
And, strangely, the last persons to show her to the Villa (meaning cock) were a cute couple with bikes.
Just a few seconds later she stood in front of a future hotel of choice, awestruck, because he was there, her Van Krolock, her Constanze Mozart, her Mr. Grey, her Princess Jasmin, her prince Phillip, her beloved David Bongartz. The first friendly greeting of the hotel was by Mother Nature or Demeter or Gaia. A twig had reached down to her, with 3 leaves, which she had taken happy as a symbol of "Cinderella´s three hazelnuts".
He himself was telling all the time where he liked to stay, to jog, how sad he was to be alone (you could see that in a lot of his pictures). After her flirting pictures, taken by Elena Montanari, one of them showing him watching with erected nipples to Judith while the common girls only cared about autographs, she was so clever to address Jörg Kollenbroich, his good friend and give him a compliment about his young appearance. Then she had laid all her things in his way. They were colourful he never would have tripped, but Jörg, being wary of her female energy still said :"Vorsicht"!
Then the moment of fate had arrived. She said "David. Ich bin Celeborn Schepers. "Was bist Du ?" Du siehst so traurig aus ? Kann ich Dir irgendwie helfen ? Ja, ich habe Hunger und komme nicht nach Hause, aber das weisst du ja".
Of course he knew. They had twittered through the night, where they had met way back in January, when they both congratulated Mozart to his 260th birthday.
By the sentence "I am hungry" she meant his white magic, his fruit of the loom. But alas, it was too early. Luckily she had made a video of his autograph giving, Which can be found on the most important social pages now: Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and Tumblr.
"David, ich hab nur´n Geschenk für dich" came next. "Das ist aber lieb" sprach er.
American and British audiences I now have to continue in German, my mother tongue, David´s Mother Tongue.
Sie gab ihm ein Schreibbuch, in Form einer Kassette aus den 80er Jahren, verpackt in Rot-Weiss-kariertes Geschenkpapier mit rotem Band, das gelöst war, weil sie oft überlegt hatte, es selbst zu verwenden.
Ich , Judith schreibe diesen Text, deshalb wird der Rest eine Ich-Erzählung.
Zusätzlich gab ich meinem Schatz ein rotseidenes Schreibbuch, mit einem beethovenartigen Text über David, ungefähr im Jahr 2011 geschrieben, er hiess nur Rubens von Keyser.. Ein weiterer Text drehte sich um meine gärtnernde Mutter, seine zukünftige Schwiegermutter und noch einige andere Texte.
Seit dem ist viel Zeit vergangen, zwei weitere Konzerte, viel Leid und Trauer, viele Freunde. Es besteht nun wieder TwitterKontakt. Eine eMail wurde geschrieben mit einem Viereck. Das selbe benutzte er heute um zu sagen, dass e3r Urlaub hat.
Ich spüre gerade wieder auf beiden Ohren diesen Druck, den ich immer habe wenn unsere Herzen in einem Takt schwingen.
Ich war für eine nacht seine Facebookfreundin.. doch so entspannt wie er gestern gespielt hat, wie eigentlich auf allen Tourneen mit Julien oder Marcus und den Jungs denke ich, bald kommt er zu mir.
Ich schreibe später weiter. Mache mir jetzt etwas zu essen, wie ich es ihm gerade versprochen habe. Honigkartoffeln und Nudeln.
I am a good person. I am a beautiful person. I am an intelligent person. And I have found my destiny in writing, rhyming, sayings, merchandise and movie concepts, my blog and in talking to people of all religions, homecountries and character types.
I am the "Missing Link" between the lost and the beautiful und poor People who have lost their hope, who are working all the time and do not have any beauty within their lives. But I can see that e.g. my poor Father Theodor (the gift of god) will be healt. He is on the right track.
The storyteller (not for now, but "coming soon" to a mouth near you ;-).
The birdcatcher´s wedding
David was in a good mood. His cold had gone away. He would be a father in a few months and had a beautiful Papagena coming to him. In fact they never had skin contact before. It had happened with the help of Angel Stefan and the Phantom of the Opera "Love never dies". Strange coincidence, that the actor of Eric had been the Beast before.
The phantom had watched Judith in the same hypnotic way he himself had at the concert in Frankfurt.
She just attracted fascinating men. She had received an autograph from "Mozart" at the Musical "Mozart Superstar" on March 1st.
In "Love never dies" she was so shaken by orgasms, that she dared to masturbate sitting on the floor. She felt so at home at the musical theatre that she fell asleep on the floor then. A friendly team manager later talked to her and gave her a free orange juice. Judith had entered the Tui Operettenhaus by singing "the Phantom of the Opera". Until a few days before, no one wanted to hear her voice.
David smiled to himself. His brave little redhead, his Juditta Papagena Bongartz. Now she knew for sure she was pregnant, with Aurora Marie Garrett, the son that would follow in a few years would be named Achillion Phillip Garrett and a second daughter would be named Theodora Elena.
David had always loved independent women. He was not interested in money or race, in social status or body shape. He just loved "women who knew what they want". He thought of them, like every real man as "always sexy".
He had never had a red head girlfriend before, but dreamt of it. He loved Judith´s passion, he loved her hunger for him, he loved her voice, which he had heard at the Villa Kennedy, a beautiful modern, luxurious Vampire Castle not so far from the "Alte Oper Frankfurt", at least if you have got a smartphone and know your way.
Judith had walked a few kilometres to find the hotel. Luckily she had the phone number in her small mobile which had been given to her by her parents. She had met three people who had written the path to Marriage for her. She had been given an empty water bottle, after crouching in a small park, a couple had filled it with water later, then she had met a few friendly "pirates" who gave her beer, company, money the direction to his hotel and a first marriage contract.
She had begun her wandering after resting, feeding the cute little guineapigs (who had not been discovered by anyone in Frankfurt) at the Goethe Universität, then spending the last of her money (at least he had given her 2€ as a tip for singing and dancing) for a bustrip to Sachsenhausen (when I reconsider it, that was nearly half an hour). That was around 18.30. She arrived at the hotel at 21.43.
By the time she left the friendly spirits the moon in the shape of a male banana had hung high above the world. She had rested a few minutes at an empty busstop. It was neither cold, nor fear inducing. All in all she had called the hotel 3 times. At first they didnot admit he lived there. Then they wrote down her number (of the phone lost into nothingness now).
The 3rd time the concierge said "I believe everything you say".
So she had knocked three times at his hotel.
And, strangely, the last persons to show her to the Villa (meaning cock) were a cute couple with bikes.
Just a few seconds later she stood in front of a future hotel of choice, awestruck, because he was there, her Van Krolock, her Constanze Mozart, her Mr. Grey, her Princess Jasmin, her prince Phillip, her beloved David Bongartz. The first friendly greeting of the hotel was by Mother Nature or Demeter or Gaia. A twig had reached down to her, with 3 leaves, which she had taken happy as a symbol of "Cinderella´s three hazelnuts".
He himself was telling all the time where he liked to stay, to jog, how sad he was to be alone (you could see that in a lot of his pictures). After her flirting pictures, taken by Elena Montanari, one of them showing him watching with erected nipples to Judith while the common girls only cared about autographs, she was so clever to address Jörg Kollenbroich, his good friend and give him a compliment about his young appearance. Then she had laid all her things in his way. They were colourful he never would have tripped, but Jörg, being wary of her female energy still said :"Vorsicht"!
Then the moment of fate had arrived. She said "David. Ich bin Celeborn Schepers. "Was bist Du ?" Du siehst so traurig aus ? Kann ich Dir irgendwie helfen ? Ja, ich habe Hunger und komme nicht nach Hause, aber das weisst du ja".
Of course he knew. They had twittered through the night, where they had met way back in January, when they both congratulated Mozart to his 260th birthday.
By the sentence "I am hungry" she meant his white magic, his fruit of the loom. But alas, it was too early. Luckily she had made a video of his autograph giving, Which can be found on the most important social pages now: Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and Tumblr.
"David, ich hab nur´n Geschenk für dich" came next. "Das ist aber lieb" sprach er.
American and British audiences I now have to continue in German, my mother tongue, David´s Mother Tongue.
Sie gab ihm ein Schreibbuch, in Form einer Kassette aus den 80er Jahren, verpackt in Rot-Weiss-kariertes Geschenkpapier mit rotem Band, das gelöst war, weil sie oft überlegt hatte, es selbst zu verwenden.
Ich , Judith schreibe diesen Text, deshalb wird der Rest eine Ich-Erzählung.
Zusätzlich gab ich meinem Schatz ein rotseidenes Schreibbuch, mit einem beethovenartigen Text über David, ungefähr im Jahr 2011 geschrieben, er hiess nur Rubens von Keyser.. Ein weiterer Text drehte sich um meine gärtnernde Mutter, seine zukünftige Schwiegermutter und noch einige andere Texte.
Seit dem ist viel Zeit vergangen, zwei weitere Konzerte, viel Leid und Trauer, viele Freunde. Es besteht nun wieder TwitterKontakt. Eine eMail wurde geschrieben mit einem Viereck. Das selbe benutzte er heute um zu sagen, dass e3r Urlaub hat.
Ich spüre gerade wieder auf beiden Ohren diesen Druck, den ich immer habe wenn unsere Herzen in einem Takt schwingen.
Ich war für eine nacht seine Facebookfreundin.. doch so entspannt wie er gestern gespielt hat, wie eigentlich auf allen Tourneen mit Julien oder Marcus und den Jungs denke ich, bald kommt er zu mir.
Ich schreibe später weiter. Mache mir jetzt etwas zu essen, wie ich es ihm gerade versprochen habe. Honigkartoffeln und Nudeln.
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