Maybe one of the esoteric experts can answer: Sleep in the weeks without Mima seems to be almost difficult, nearly impossible. Without her harmonious breath in the night beside my side nerves can't relax. The miraculous life as couple: the woman provides the basics of my balanced mood! Incredible! How have women such an incredible root power of male well being? Even the talks with my lovely, little daughter on Friday night in the sauna bath Hersbruck near Nuremberg have these marvellous magical mysteries, to bring more peace to my mixed up mind. In her practical training in judicial work after having passed her first state examination she learns, how to punish low poor castes as ''untouchables'' in years of jail. The young prosecutor doesn't visit the persons in prison cells, that the police men bring up to the trial. The prosecutor reports: ''Compassion is the last thing, I can need for my job!'' The work in the office without sleep the night before is torturous. One wrong mouse click opens the fire wall, to infect the PC with a malicious Trojan! Fully frustrated I leave my work. Dangerous high way racing with these tense nerves! Today, Tuesday, my work starts again. My night is over so early. What's happening inside? Am I just addicted to this word-producing as a pain killer? What is the function for me? Make my words any sense for me or anyone else? |
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In these times of the year my nerves get more and more tense. My fingers fantasise about the felt hypocrisy in the name of
''love''. Sex sells similar like Christmas-New-Age
''love''. Everyone holds up a mask of smile to sell better. |
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Mima's creation: slug and worm - my favorite Christmas candles
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