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you don’t know their first name. you don’t know their last name. sometimes you can’t recall their nickname. maybe you can’t recognize them outside of the spot, not wearing wetsuit and harness. and you know which sailsizes they are on usually but nothing about what they do for living. you haven’t meet them for weeks - in winter for months - but when some blow pops...
mind and soul
sometimes your mind and soul separates from eachother. your mind says: why the bloody hell does someone come to the cold, unfamiliar and unfriendly place like this, while home is warm, blessed and peaceful. (well, it’s not used to be like that all the time, but it seems. at least.) and then your soul answers: get yourself together, will you? take your kit, sail away, look for a chop, jump...
And now with google (and lyricsfreak): I see you standing Standing on your own It’s such a lonely place for you For you to be If you need a shoulder Or if you need a friend I’ll be here standing Until the bitter end No one needs the sorrow No one needs the pain I hate to see you Walking out there Out in the rain So don’t chastise me Or think I, I mean you harm Of...
let’s see how well i remember the best love song ever from gnr. (without google, to be fair) i see you standin’ standing on your own it’s such a lonely place for you for you, too me if you need a shoulder if you need a friend i’ll be standing until the end no one needs a sorrow no one needs a pain i hate to see you walking down in the rain so don’t...
as long as so-called pop songs have been existing in the mainstream - give or take for sixty years -, they gather around only three topic: - you are with me, - you aren’t with me, - why aren’t you with me. nb.: show me a grindcore track and i show you the lead guitarist’s broken heart within…
We started the morning with a giggle when Tom asked Steve, who had injured his...– lynn bridle
‘uncle matula, i used to sail with two fins.’ ‘you can’t come off well even with one, son.’
we happily and relieved run out of the office every weekdays in the evenings and leave all the mess behind. the end-of-school feeling is rumbling fresh in our veins, it’s like being 10 years old again. fabulous. old, dirty running shoes and crimson sneakers are discovered among the already forgotten high-school stuffs and goals are made by taken off jumpers. we’re playing one-on-one...
Über die Jahre hat sich nun unser Sport gewandelt. Windsurfen entwickelte sich...– berni seidl
tidy and true.
‘hi, bro!’ ‘hi ya.’ ‘four-seven?’ ‘four-two.’ ‘choppy?’ ‘not so much.’ ‘waves?’ ‘typical port-tack ride.’ ‘thruster?’ ‘single.’ ‘…’ ‘…’ ‘girl?’ ‘we broke up straight away. have caught her with one of...