# 507 Krokodil Gena - Der blaue Wagon

Dies ist eines der schönsten und rührendsten Lieder aus meiner Kindheit!

Meiner Meinung nach sind Sowjetmärchen und -kinderfilme kaum zu toppen an Unschuldigkeit, Aufrichtigkeit und Tiefsinn. Mir geht echt jedes Mal das Herz auf vor lauter Entzückung und Nostalgie.

Sorry, aber da kommt Generation Dragonball / Hannah Montana / etc. einfach nicht ran.

Ich hab mich für euch mal an einer deutschen Übersetzung versucht: 

(Natürlich ist dabei einiges an Wortgewandtheit verloren gegangen, aber das lässt sich halt nicht vermeiden.)

Langsam treiben die Minuten in die Ferne.
Auf ein Treffen mit ihnen brauchst du nicht mehr warten.
Und auch wenn uns das Vergangene (die Vergänglichkeit) etwas schmerzt,
das Beste liegt natürlich vor uns.

[Refrain:] Wie eine Tischdecke zieht sich der lange Weg
und drängt sich mitten in den Horizont.
Ein jeder von uns glaubt an das Gute. (das Beste)
Der blaue Wagon rollt und rollt weiter.

Vielleicht haben wir jemandem unnütz weh getan;
Der Kalender schließt diese Liste. (zeigt nicht mehr dieses Blatt)
Wir eilen zu neuen Abenteuern, Freunde.
Hey Lokführer, gib ein bisschen Gas!

[Refrain]

Der blaue Wagon rennt und wackelt.
Schon bald nimmt der Zug an Geschwindigkeit zu.
Warum geht dieser Tag bloß zu Ende?
Er sollte sich ein ganzes Jahr lang ziehen.

[Refrain]

# 502

ich liebe diese augeblicke, wenn man (breit) bei entspannter musik beisammen sitzt und ein kurzer moment des schweigens eintritt, weil alle beteiligten so vertieft in ihre eigenen überlegungen sind; die köpfe am rauchen in einer dunstwolke aus reflexionen und sphärischen klängen.

das fühlt sich dann immer an wie gedankensauna.

# 456 have you seen my tumblrs already?

I am absolutely obsessed with consuming and collecting visual impressions.

So it was only a matter of time before I finally got myself a tumblr blog as normally I always used to hold myself back from flooding my blog with random pictures, people, stories in order to keep something like a continuity.

But now I can channel all of this inspiration, and because I have such amounts of pictures to share I did not only get one tumblr - I got four. :D

Enjoy peeps, x

alinaperle.tumblr.com

My main tumblr where I post anything that strikes my eye, from photography, paintings and illustrations to cutezzz animalz and quotes.

fashionextravaganza.tumblr.com

Here I post anything that is related to fashion and haute couture.

youlookgoodbabe.tumblr.com

Whenever I stumble upon a person I find aesthetic, whether it's because of their beauty or style, I post them here.

# 450 raves are good for you

I went to that nice little tek/dnb party last weekend down by the river. What a delight to sit outside the bass shaking building in the morning and look at the water, the swans, the other fellow ravers, the squatter boats and the reactions and stares of confused morning joggers on the other riverside, haha.

They even had kind of a cinema room in their chill out area with a projector and holy crap, they showed some of the trippiest and weirdest movies I've ever seen.


Definitely a MUST-SEE for everyone who likes their minds twisted!

(that one reminded me of the Pink Floyd film a bit..)

# 432 GOLDMÄDCHEN IS 4 YEARS OLD !!

(first a little update on how my life looks like at the moment:)

The last few weeks have been crazy.

Finally I got all the money and my shit together and returned to London. Oh, how I've missed that beautiful beast of a city and how excited I was about how everything would turn out for us. Will I find work? Where will I live? Why the fuck is the housing market so irritating here?

And here I am now sharing a room with my best friend in a squat in the heart of Brixton and keeping my head over water with a mixture of savings and weird one-off craigslist jobs, haha.
Our walls are full of graffiti, our kitchen is full of skipped chocolate croissants and our house always full of crazy Spanish people and chaos (in a good way though. Yes, squatters are fully capable of keeping their homes tidy.)

Occasionally we had to live a few weeks without electricity which was funny first with candle light in the living room, much wine and playing the guitar, "back to the roots", blah blah. But in the end it got such a pain in the ass. I'm really glad all that is solved now.

So with all this shit going on I completely forgot: it was my blog's birthday beginning of December. Not a worldshaking event indeed, I know but 4 years of blogging now already, wow.

Whenever you, my dear readers, feel the urge to share a few words with me, thoughts, questions, suggestions, submissions, love letters or death wishes send them to:  
goldblog@gmx.de or formspring

# 392 exhale

# 383 favourite detail about my morning routine

thank you, dear stoner, whose house i pass every morning taking my host child to school, for always smoking a good-morning-spliff and brightening up my day that early with the sweet scent of mary jane. ;)

(p.s.: wow, i fell in love. in a photographic kind of way. there was this boy at this afterparty which went on forever (until saturday 19:30) and was really relaxed and interesting. i like his face and hair so much. i hope i'll meet him again soon when i have my camera with me. i want to take a picture of him and the others so badly before i leave. enjoying my last few weeks in london by the way. it's still amazing and offering me so much.)

# 377 phantomschmerzen

i love my friends to bits.

# 373 big city blues

i'm just so fed up with those "personality one night stands".
it's always the same: i go out. i meet someone really interesting. the conversations often are funny, mind-expanding, different, sometimes even intimate. but then - whoosh. the rush goes on.
there's this huge amount and variety of people here and it's so easy to connect with them but it's very easy to lose them as well. out of sight, out of mind.

since i came here i felt like alice in wonderland somehow. it's like a giant sit com or freak show around me sometimes and i find it very amusing. that's what i love about london. it never gets boring, it keeps challenging you by constantly throwing different situations and personalities in your face, one weirder than the other.

but after all those months i got a bit dizzy of the spin.
it's hard to be opened and completely yourself in a city like london. i have the feeling i've put way too much effort and energy in people sometimes. i strip down my soul in front of nearly everyone and most of them still keep their masks on or play mind games. it's tiring...

i definitely need a break soon. you can't imagine how much i look forward to have a few friends over for a week very soon. it will be like a little therapy session for me to have people around that i am so close to, where i can relax and just collapse into their arms.

because it frightens me a bit what have become of me. i feel very tense and insecure and tired.
the other day someone told me he was worried because he and his friends noticed that i'm way too paranoid and very quiet and that doesn't sound like me at all.

# 370

i noticed that there are a few questions/comments that i come along quite often whenever i meet new people.
maybe i should start wearing something like an "Alina's FAQ" t-shirt, haha.

1. no, i'm not a ginger/redhead.
2. no, i'm not sad or worried, that's just the way i look sometimes.
3. yes, i do smoke like a chimney.


last weekend i met a guy who forgot my name all the time and kept calling me shaunsy (or chansé? he was constantly talking to me in made up french as well, i have no idea why, haha).
that nickname sounds like a wannabe black ghetto girl from jersey shore or something. i thought it suited me quite well. :D

# 364 what a charmer!

when i was chilling on a bench at a park today, apparently not looking my best, a stranger walked up to me, said "you're the prettiest homeless girl i've ever seen. here, take this." and handed me a 5 pound note. i was kind of perplexed and before i could even say anything and clear up that misunderstanding he rushed off with a smile. that was the strangest compliment ever, haha.

# 361 sebastian, you sexy motherfucker

wow london, i literally adore you. it is fascinating how i end up with completely different personalities and circumstances on every night out and find it amazing every single time. it just never gets boring.

 so the playground fest was a complete success. sebastian did a great job. he always smokes like a chimney during his sets and there was this incredibly cool moment at the very beginning of his set when he hadn't lit one yet and some people started throwing cigarettes on the stage for him to smoke. he just picked them up nonchalantly and blew the crowd a small kiss. he's such a badass, haha.
also borgore had quite a cool show with the pole dancers on each side of the stage.

in the smoking area i met a guy with whom i spent hours and hours of talking mostly about music, complaining about skrillex and philosophising whether hip hop is dead or not. after we got kicked out by the security because the place was closing already, our pupils still wide as fuck, we weren't really in the mood to go home. it was such a beautiful, sunny morning so we chilled at a park and got high with some random people instead. perfect way to end an interesting night.

# 357 dillon + sebastian

so excited to see DILLON live tomorrow. i think it will be a very intimate relaxed gig.
and i've won a ticket for the playground fest on saturday with dirtyphonics, dillon francis, borgore, etc. AND (the one i'm looking foward to the most) SEBASTIAN!!
i'm such a lucker! but i definitely deserved it after having incredibly painful tonsilitis the last week. it was horrible. i literally couldn't speak, eat, drink or sleep properly for a few days, nearly choked on my own saliva and coughed blood. but now i'm feeling much better. yay for antibiotics!

# 346 back in town

hi london.
i'm back, darling. i have to admit that i missed you quite a lot actually. can't you just spit out some people that are as lovely as my friends back home? that would make everything easier. i mean i've met some pretty decent people already but noone who really "touched" me. and all that a bit quicker please, i'm not very patient. thanks, love.
(p.s.: i know that this is pointless and you'll play around with me anyway, you cheeky cunt. i guess i'll meet the best people ever right before i have to leave or something, haha)

so yeah, at the moment i feel quite homesick because my holidays were just perfect and i realized how much i need those people in my life. otherwise, i'm irrevocably and madly in love with london. and that's why i'll stop whining now because i only have a few months left and i should enjoy them.

# 344 pictures of my mind

(i had an enormously precious, wasted, hilarious, intimate first holiday week here in germany with my best mates. most of the time i felt like alice in wonderland on an adventure trip. we moved in at a friend's house and had tons of fun. i'll tell you about that another time maybe.)

# 342

good to be home. cheap cigarettes, cheap alcohol, haze, lovely people and retarded laughs. what more do i need?

# 335

on saturday i danced to hip hop like a ghetto bitch in a club on the 7th floor from where you had a very nice view of the city and the london eye. it was fun.

tonight i'm meeting up with a friend. "Keep Thursday night free,i'll take you somewhere interesting" he told me. i'm excited.

# 330 balloons, smoke and sick tunes

i went to this gloomy underground rave last saturday.

it was my first one and took place in a very shabby abandoned bar which you could enter through a backyard.
they had a balloon bar where you could buy laughing gas trips and the air was filled with smoke and the smell of weed. i spent most of the time sitting on the dirty floor and rocking back and forth like a mad person to heavy bass tunes in the second room which was not very crowded and entirely dark apart from the faint light coming from the dj's mac.

in the middle of the event there was some trouble going on outside. some guys weren't allowed to come in so they freaked out, kicked and slammed against the walls and smashed the windows (which were boarded up with wood from inside luckily). the music stopped and all you could hear were those incredibly loud bangs and the people crowded together and started to panick a little. but after a few minutes everything was quiet again and the party went on until the morning in peace.

# 319 good vibrations

ich habe heute einen verdammt guten tag.
ich weiß nicht mal, woher diese euphorie kommt.
ist halt einer dieser tage, wo man leichtfüßig umherschwebt, statt nur durchs leben zu stolpern und sich ständig aufs maul zu packen.

# 316

ich bin ein lausiger schlechter einfluss.

ab und zu häng ich hier mit einem afghanen rum. da er (vorher) streng gläubiger muslime war, hatte er noch nie irgendwas in richtung alkohol oder anderes zeug ausprobiert. als ich ihm eines tages erzählte, dass ich ab und zu gerne mal 'ne tüte rauche, besorgte er mir was und wir rauchten zusammen einen, während er sich kontinuierlich die lungen aus dem leib hustete. (aber nichts spürte. die typische anfangsimmunität.)

letztens schrieb er mich dann an: "i want to try alcohol. can you teach me how to drink?" :D :D
gesagt, getan. wir trafen uns in einer dreckigen wohnung in einem zwielichtigen stadtteil, er brachte martini extra dry und noch mehr gras mit. nach einer stunde hockte ich da superbreit und ziemlich angetrunken aufm sofa, während er immer noch einen recht professionellen eindruck machte.
ich bin so schlecht! :D