'when the night feels my song'

is the title of the song I hear in a loop right now. Bedouinsoundclash of course... aaaah.

I am feel as if I am being cut in pieces, slice after slice and although i know perfectly well that one week is nothing and just rushes by I feel as if this will never end. That is because I don't see a possible way of how getting everything done that i have to get done.
As simple as that.
My exhibition is now rescheduled to tuesday so my Mother will be able to see it too. And most importantly, hear me. But, I really feel a bit intimidated when she is around, to be honest. She is already coming on monday and will hear me performing at the singing class 'concert' and then, on tuesday at my exhibit, I would also like to perform (but with my guitar)...And she is just so endlessly critical. Thats maybe good though, as she will probably be the only person on this world who will tell me how much I suck.

Well... I wish I was living a more successful life, but then again I have to remind myself that every flower grows in their own pace, and trees even take longer....

I am the tree.

I guess.

well i go now to think of how to stage 'Venice Saved' by Simone Weil. The storyboard and everything needs to be ready tomorrow by two pm.

'when the night feels my song' I am in the space between times, the moment breathes in and inbetween the moment in inhales and then exhales I am caught and marvel at the wonder of dark silent nights and longing hearts that paint the night in a dark red with their blood.

geraldine, nightingale