Drunk Sailor

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Maybe the boat of a drunk sailor still finds home
 Leaning over but never falling 
 Salty crust in his hair and day dreaming under the moon
 A black night welcomes them–lonely as the sea
 The night just wants company but he will not give it
 He gives the lonely moments only to himself

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Thinkpiece: From The Fairy Tale of Fear

She can’t breathe. Trying to gasp for air. A rope is tied around her throat. She tries to free herself. With every breath she feels the narrowness. The pulse stops when he touches her. Millions of insects crawl, crawl and spread over her body. When he slowly strokes her shoulder, each of her limbs shrugs.

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Soul Talk: Find your Inner Path

Women. We are loving, courageous, strong and self-confident … At least that’s how we appear on the outside. But are we really? Or are they just masks that we wear every day? I know great women who are perfect inside and out. They seem strong, charming and courageous. But when we enter into soul talk mode, it comes to light what these women really think about themselves: “I have no talents”, “I’m too fat”, “I’m incapable of relationships”. These are the first lines Daniela Batista des Santos writes for a blog post for Im Gegenteil. Strong and true words. That makes it all the more important that we enter into a healthy dialogue with ourselves. Dani is a coach and the founder of the Circle of Wonderwomen in Hamburg. We talked with her to find out what do we need to have a healthy relationship with ourselves.

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Thoughts: Spilled wine

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How many of my thoughts are just spilled wine? Promises of a future that became stains. They will always be there for me to remember who I was and the life I aspired. They come from a time where I used to think how much I had already accomplished. My young mind was impossible to break down, happiness was always present due to the promise of time. I looked to days to come like constellations high above in the night sky. What is there to find out? How long would it take me to get there? How small was I compared to them, how big can I grow? Continue reading “Thoughts: Spilled wine”