tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391706441462973922024-03-19T09:08:12.688+01:00phantasie-garten.comI. Berikhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00225844495796081575noreply@blogger.comBlogger3618125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339170644146297392.post-69450059470830811602024-03-18T08:31:00.003+01:002024-03-18T08:31:24.153+01:00Ein wirklicher ...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZNA-yC9eAtGpvRA5Q9adapvxqMfPCizJPy0-7l23SMw-ge1yYTZoJW1o35vjUviwrFCcj2gAOEESudGBSHecImc24kXEjD3VG1jOBnRM0JexBDFebHIQCiDXy3sODK3H8NSm0StjdacxW5NeZox0SN8SYs6MnK-uouVjsz6CyUFkwx_ChghFByDUW5Ind/s1280/Ein%20wirklicher%20Meister%20kann%20nur%20....jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="672" data-original-width="1280" height="232" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZNA-yC9eAtGpvRA5Q9adapvxqMfPCizJPy0-7l23SMw-ge1yYTZoJW1o35vjUviwrFCcj2gAOEESudGBSHecImc24kXEjD3VG1jOBnRM0JexBDFebHIQCiDXy3sODK3H8NSm0StjdacxW5NeZox0SN8SYs6MnK-uouVjsz6CyUFkwx_ChghFByDUW5Ind/w442-h232/Ein%20wirklicher%20Meister%20kann%20nur%20....jpg" width="442" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ein wirklicher Meister </span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">kann nur einer sein,</span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">der sich einer Sache</span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">mit ganzer Kraft</span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">und ganzer Seele hingibt.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">(Albert Einstein)</span></span><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /><br /></p>I. Berikhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00225844495796081575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339170644146297392.post-68549801724633510832024-03-15T08:31:00.007+01:002024-03-15T08:31:52.785+01:00Das Problem ist niemals, dass ...<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;">Das Problem ist niemals, <br />dass wir nicht wissen,<br />was zu tun ist;</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;">das Problem ist immer,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;">dass wir das,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;">was wir bereits wissen,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;">trotzdem nicht tun.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: x-small;">(Larry Winget)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>I. Berikhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00225844495796081575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339170644146297392.post-12754730763555812112024-03-14T08:31:00.005+01:002024-03-14T08:31:47.969+01:00Dominik Plangger feat. Anna Unterberger - LINDA<iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="260" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/9hrGzyry-_U?si=5iuQSEiCq8-nbspX" title="YouTube video player" width="360"></iframe><div><br /></div>I. Berikhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00225844495796081575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339170644146297392.post-89326945218213288472024-03-14T08:27:00.003+01:002024-03-14T08:27:29.762+01:00Was auch immer ich ...<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;">Was auch immer ich im Leben versucht habe,<br />ich habe von ganzem Herzen versucht,<br />es gut zu machen;</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;">was oder wem auch immer </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;">ich mich gewidmet habe,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;">ich habe mich ihm voll und ganz gewidmet.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: x-small;">(Charles Dickens)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>I. Berikhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00225844495796081575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339170644146297392.post-47389239007590648052024-03-13T11:05:00.007+01:002024-03-13T11:05:42.528+01:00Es ist immer ...<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;">Es ist immer zu früh,<br />um aufzugeben.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: x-small;">(Gunnar Kessler)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>I. Berikhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00225844495796081575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339170644146297392.post-63880062140325592002024-03-13T09:14:00.006+01:002024-03-13T09:14:38.419+01:00Hier spricht dein Herz - Gregor Meyle - Cover [Miriam Spranger]<iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="260" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/RigIVa5mIhA?si=SjGfOq0kA6gYudqF" title="YouTube video player" width="360"></iframe><div><br /></div>I. Berikhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00225844495796081575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339170644146297392.post-8456154965654687832024-03-13T09:05:00.003+01:002024-03-13T09:05:51.537+01:00Mein Herz, es spricht<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjUL0hXc52quK-EWwThhAgnD_kFxe_66dSlY3MDlfXexu9VhWPs_fZHsz0K4FX8diwdkFJ9yEbKhq65Bx_UPGRAZSqeSp3OxpxCFkx0icOFlVjFyjBFQhq52beQUFQoiF27Vl9fu61CbWSqt0EW5P43HGmJzGJtYJpcGb0y2jdfYg7Hbj74RyHoAURpmtA/s1280/Mein%20Herz%20es%20spricht.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="939" height="414" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjUL0hXc52quK-EWwThhAgnD_kFxe_66dSlY3MDlfXexu9VhWPs_fZHsz0K4FX8diwdkFJ9yEbKhq65Bx_UPGRAZSqeSp3OxpxCFkx0icOFlVjFyjBFQhq52beQUFQoiF27Vl9fu61CbWSqt0EW5P43HGmJzGJtYJpcGb0y2jdfYg7Hbj74RyHoAURpmtA/w304-h414/Mein%20Herz%20es%20spricht.jpg" width="304" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Mein Herz, es spricht,</span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">und wenn es spricht,</span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">dann sag' ich besser nichts,</span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">denn sprechende Herzen,</span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">die können leicht brechen,</span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">wenn man sie unterbricht.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">(Ilka Berikhan)</span></span><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /><br /></p>I. Berikhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00225844495796081575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339170644146297392.post-32314317454896353482024-03-12T17:37:00.003+01:002024-03-14T09:11:09.860+01:00Liebe<p><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium; text-align: center;"><span>Auf sonnigen Bergen,<br />im schattigen Tal,<br />beim Leuchten der Blitze<br />im Mondenstrahl -<br /><br />Durch die rauschendsten Wasser,<br />im tiefsten Geheg',<br />zu den steinigsten Höhen<br />weiß Liebe den Weg.<br /><br /></span>Unter Schwertern und Lanzen,<br /><span>auf Schutt und Brand,</span><br /><span>wo die Stärksten verzagen,</span><br /><span>hält Liebe stand.</span></span><span style="color: #444444; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br />In der schaurigsten Wüste,<br />ohne Fährte und Steg,<br />wo kein Puls noch geschlagen,<br />weiß Liebe den Weg.<br /><br />Und geschah's dass die Erde<br />ein Sturm zerfeg',<br />von der Erde zum Himmel<br />weiß Liebe den Weg.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">(Ludwig Bowitsch)</span><br /><span style="font-size: xx-small;">gekürzt und geändert von Ilka Berikhan</span></span></p>I. Berikhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00225844495796081575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339170644146297392.post-85557393533065621292024-03-12T17:07:00.004+01:002024-03-12T17:07:46.207+01:00Boten<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgny1hIimSUAyXD6zM7vqgqQmtUFFB_J0s4xM_9Y8DT0yOfRyUE63mC8xYeW0-QUr5BnodYdIslWIWu2faNM9ob-qCA99KdrTBTkX0IO5blDhmUpVBLExFH5EPfBndPeJH4kgrxtc_iDnmeMPBtrseLQN0RUn5hbey4Od1vTdyW8-HJ1t_VLFxRpkjVUR2P/s1280/Boten.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="853" data-original-width="1280" height="312" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgny1hIimSUAyXD6zM7vqgqQmtUFFB_J0s4xM_9Y8DT0yOfRyUE63mC8xYeW0-QUr5BnodYdIslWIWu2faNM9ob-qCA99KdrTBTkX0IO5blDhmUpVBLExFH5EPfBndPeJH4kgrxtc_iDnmeMPBtrseLQN0RUn5hbey4Od1vTdyW8-HJ1t_VLFxRpkjVUR2P/w469-h312/Boten.jpg" width="469" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Fliege, o Vöglein, und fliege,<br />fliege zur Liebsten mir hin -<br />Kunde es, dass ich im Geiste<br />immer nur bei ihr bin.<br /><br />Schwebe, o Lüftchen, und schwebe,<br />schwebe zur Liebsten als Gruß -<br />Drück' auf die rosigen Wangen<br />ihr meinen zärtlichen Kuss.<br /><br />Rausche, o Wasser, und rausche,<br />rausche hinunter in's Land -<br />Sag' ihr, wie oft ich verzweifelnd -<br />wandle am felsigen Strand.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">(Ludwig Bowitsch)</span></span><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table>I. Berikhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00225844495796081575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339170644146297392.post-58411336725020230852024-03-12T09:29:00.004+01:002024-03-12T09:29:27.665+01:00Chopin - Spring Waltz (Mariage d'Amour)<iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="260" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/EFJ7kDva7JE?si=WWTX69k9iU9MMeaM" title="YouTube video player" width="360"></iframe><div><br /></div>I. Berikhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00225844495796081575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339170644146297392.post-83961412430209825932024-03-12T09:16:00.003+01:002024-03-12T09:16:30.025+01:00Wie lieb' ich ihn so sehr<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip2I_o58CcyRcPUyYAUG9RE7_j_Pt86XMZPFKIuEJu1oRwA8XsybnKdx6C2-5GEdZlVPuSGZ3V1Jk4zDlMsgklkdfNAAJ1ucHd7-aS7gjhECSl4QqMhhrmtcwZnJPsw0UmlOcKPCHOnRAlTPLmpv1UlHiv85HmITYLYUbuXDO-YCrZAAomUqtxqvlGHnqC/s1280/Wie%20lieb%20ich%20ihn%20....jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="828" height="556" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip2I_o58CcyRcPUyYAUG9RE7_j_Pt86XMZPFKIuEJu1oRwA8XsybnKdx6C2-5GEdZlVPuSGZ3V1Jk4zDlMsgklkdfNAAJ1ucHd7-aS7gjhECSl4QqMhhrmtcwZnJPsw0UmlOcKPCHOnRAlTPLmpv1UlHiv85HmITYLYUbuXDO-YCrZAAomUqtxqvlGHnqC/w360-h556/Wie%20lieb%20ich%20ihn%20....jpg" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Es hat geschneit heut Nacht<br />in meine Einsamkeit:<br />Ein weißes Blütenmeer!<br />Nur Freude weit und breit.<br /><br />Der Frühling ist erwacht,<br />wie lang, wie lang ist's her,<br />dass wir so nah uns waren -<br />wie lieb ich ihn so sehr!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">(Ilka Berikhan)</span></span><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /><br /></p>I. Berikhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00225844495796081575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339170644146297392.post-6344380929000408072024-03-12T09:01:00.002+01:002024-03-12T09:01:18.835+01:00Frage und Antwort<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;">Fragst du die Rose,<br />warum sie blüht,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;">so wird sie sagen:</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;">"Das Blühen eben</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;">ist Rosenleben</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;">und ohne Farben</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;">kein Blümlein glüht!"</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;">Fragst du die Lerche,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;">warum sie singt,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;">so wird sie sagen:</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;">"Das Singen eben</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;">ist Lerchenleben</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;">und mit dem Pulse</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;">das Lied erklingt!"</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;">Fragst du das Herze,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;">warum es liebt,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;">so wird es sagen:</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;">"Horch, was im Walde</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;">und auf der Halde</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;">Vöglein und Blume</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;">zur Antwort gibt!"</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: x-small;">(Ludwig Bowitsch)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>I. Berikhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00225844495796081575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339170644146297392.post-91104506235570967422024-03-12T08:53:00.007+01:002024-03-12T08:53:59.749+01:00Gewonnen und verloren wird ...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBjf2i1NfFQl0qRwgh-4HjvpY-ws4iE84fNaCW-zY0LNPkhS4zQBnEywjwzNn2g4L_csTgkNsABw1Elhj5VSpXAY_FD94LaxfwNWiKSmoox2dIZAuTl7FJkfQ4mlbZiktA-Gy_4vr-eG4fOp9t_-Z8Tq6u7AwiidUMTlXaWQjiHU1FHhgXw3s5CRgxz9A-/s1280/Gewonnen%20und%20verloren%20wird%20....jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="1280" height="366" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBjf2i1NfFQl0qRwgh-4HjvpY-ws4iE84fNaCW-zY0LNPkhS4zQBnEywjwzNn2g4L_csTgkNsABw1Elhj5VSpXAY_FD94LaxfwNWiKSmoox2dIZAuTl7FJkfQ4mlbZiktA-Gy_4vr-eG4fOp9t_-Z8Tq6u7AwiidUMTlXaWQjiHU1FHhgXw3s5CRgxz9A-/w366-h366/Gewonnen%20und%20verloren%20wird%20....jpg" width="366" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Gewonnen und verloren<br />wird zwischen den Ohren.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">(Boris Becker)</span></span><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /><br /></p>I. Berikhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00225844495796081575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339170644146297392.post-84482650569859689922024-03-11T16:19:00.003+01:002024-03-11T16:19:25.899+01:00Die Liebe geht ganz leise - Oliver Gehrung<iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="260" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/4FXYHMQCKW4?si=PMm5qSDLsjRSg_EE" title="YouTube video player" width="360"></iframe><div><br /></div>I. Berikhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00225844495796081575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339170644146297392.post-34845775349932974272024-03-11T08:48:00.006+01:002024-03-11T08:48:50.089+01:00Manchmal findet man ...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglWT4Ly5hyphenhyphenJ0n44_PJOTc6joYWGupixRjUM9CUeZV5lKzxBqc7DV2G-5L4wKaSBY69LmaTwkmyXxbzOBEJVrtLRlmchXDQjQipxvo2uFFkC_a4ENdElqcF1EqhU0US5Ld87BwNRGTc1vMKgIIyVbk6neMibA8JynqUb7tUbufSTC9JC8-fj4hDc_WhSP8X/s1280/Manchmal%20findet%20man%20dann%20....jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="853" data-original-width="1280" height="273" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglWT4Ly5hyphenhyphenJ0n44_PJOTc6joYWGupixRjUM9CUeZV5lKzxBqc7DV2G-5L4wKaSBY69LmaTwkmyXxbzOBEJVrtLRlmchXDQjQipxvo2uFFkC_a4ENdElqcF1EqhU0US5Ld87BwNRGTc1vMKgIIyVbk6neMibA8JynqUb7tUbufSTC9JC8-fj4hDc_WhSP8X/w410-h273/Manchmal%20findet%20man%20dann%20....jpg" width="410" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Manchmal findet man dann <br />am schnellsten zurück in die Spur,<br />wenn man wieder etwas <br />von sich selbst erwartet.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">(Brendon Burchard)</span></span><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /><br /></p>I. Berikhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00225844495796081575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339170644146297392.post-51766446737188176912024-03-11T08:37:00.005+01:002024-03-11T08:49:00.223+01:00Manchmal kann die ...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWdROGDnbb8Re1wS2TQEZ4gr4VM33m9Q7yZPlK1uWa2Vq0jW3ZDjFGIePwc3wuHaD1ewUdME5Y3G0km_FejHJyYJI6ksD-vZovjcvxDcsB-q2D8RYuxY4sxGOgAbgzVqYQUg-j3nnoX1vda2YL2-ElwwfZEGQB3FYDCvSk5cDXNeLvBVHNA4gKJXziwOZe/s1280/Manchmal%20kann%20die%20Scham%20dar%C3%BCber%20....png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="1280" height="404" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWdROGDnbb8Re1wS2TQEZ4gr4VM33m9Q7yZPlK1uWa2Vq0jW3ZDjFGIePwc3wuHaD1ewUdME5Y3G0km_FejHJyYJI6ksD-vZovjcvxDcsB-q2D8RYuxY4sxGOgAbgzVqYQUg-j3nnoX1vda2YL2-ElwwfZEGQB3FYDCvSk5cDXNeLvBVHNA4gKJXziwOZe/w404-h404/Manchmal%20kann%20die%20Scham%20dar%C3%BCber%20....png" width="404" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Manchmal kann die Scham darüber,<br />dass man sich nicht so lebendig fühlt,<br />wie man sollte,<br />eine gute Motivation sein,<br />sich mehr Mühe zu geben.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">(Brendon Burchard)</span></span><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /><br /></p>I. Berikhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00225844495796081575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339170644146297392.post-74851164410577904802024-03-10T17:07:00.002+01:002024-03-10T17:07:12.445+01:00Some call me ...<p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggm2jXqS24rDiXE1gs8FgyJHBvZ9XaY46oiJIGAOOG7o3VRbL5MODvm6miArq-HYEHDSK5wxoDIwIPj8ahMhhLGOzRY1L9u9Td087s8QgyR8dP98uiKR3__vCPms_OzxLxQsGrlbBm9cJoCcLXjHeCZsMV3UD4j_fVUVG5BBsdg3_DmXpEAtGVkFI5sO0C/s1280/Some%20call%20me.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="846" height="518" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggm2jXqS24rDiXE1gs8FgyJHBvZ9XaY46oiJIGAOOG7o3VRbL5MODvm6miArq-HYEHDSK5wxoDIwIPj8ahMhhLGOzRY1L9u9Td087s8QgyR8dP98uiKR3__vCPms_OzxLxQsGrlbBm9cJoCcLXjHeCZsMV3UD4j_fVUVG5BBsdg3_DmXpEAtGVkFI5sO0C/w343-h518/Some%20call%20me.jpg" width="343" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> <br /><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Some call me a hobby,<br />some call me a chance,<br />some just a disaster,<br />and some a short dance.<br /><br />Some call me a dreamer,<br />some just a poet,<br />some simply a screamer,<br />for whom it's too late.<br /><br />But he, as the one,<br />who's running against a wall,<br />he is the only,<br />who call me his all.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">(Ilka Berikhan)</span></span><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /> </p>I. Berikhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00225844495796081575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339170644146297392.post-43665637703819387022024-03-10T11:08:00.010+01:002024-03-10T11:18:19.155+01:00Michael Ortega - "Cry of the River" (Sad Piano Song)<iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="260" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Bk2ohHq7xsQ?si=w_oavfX8ljUNfmCQ" title="YouTube video player" width="360"></iframe><div><br /></div>I. Berikhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00225844495796081575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339170644146297392.post-44953711549934376392024-03-10T10:32:00.004+01:002024-03-10T10:32:31.255+01:00In stummen Umarmungen sprechen wir ...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2EqvHbBNbETLiQOzuE0xH-vj9iAo1eNY3dcgvPSXTdg2mq36tU_9OXBay2fR-IT4BGL82Hrb7pY5X8uCsn5Ept61YqI9C5C7eKdUZSEv_GLe0WJStYvBI1vXtnuRqSZhr7ey1r_bvDr9oWCDmF3ig2FWsQqE0ymcHyLhaqx-9U2NLlP1YFe7dkOopqukX/s1280/NEU.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="853" height="516" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2EqvHbBNbETLiQOzuE0xH-vj9iAo1eNY3dcgvPSXTdg2mq36tU_9OXBay2fR-IT4BGL82Hrb7pY5X8uCsn5Ept61YqI9C5C7eKdUZSEv_GLe0WJStYvBI1vXtnuRqSZhr7ey1r_bvDr9oWCDmF3ig2FWsQqE0ymcHyLhaqx-9U2NLlP1YFe7dkOopqukX/w343-h516/NEU.jpg" width="343" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;">In stummen Umarmungen<br />sprechen wir die Sprache der Seelen,<br />wo Worte verloren gehen<br />und die Tiefe der Verbundenheit<br />sich offenbart.</span><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /><br /></p>I. Berikhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00225844495796081575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339170644146297392.post-69263890423160632882024-03-10T10:23:00.004+01:002024-03-10T10:23:26.663+01:00Sei stärker als ...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS7hDWgH2ytsn6NlgisuWZxg5Iv2tkDzYuo95MnQjQYBfI1jkDKtSPB0v-vs_B8e1CaQKDTN3wD6s3KMqql6CZ7Abc5bsRdP4AGl_zwXX5dQPXCftuxroUsea3dK9VpeSElRnPytocXSyHCx-lHZK5ewOIO71a3mqy8TE2mqPxMlqnX6rsjvkvkO3z4ZCW/s1280/Sei%20st%C3%A4rker%20als%20deine%20....jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="853" data-original-width="1280" height="276" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS7hDWgH2ytsn6NlgisuWZxg5Iv2tkDzYuo95MnQjQYBfI1jkDKtSPB0v-vs_B8e1CaQKDTN3wD6s3KMqql6CZ7Abc5bsRdP4AGl_zwXX5dQPXCftuxroUsea3dK9VpeSElRnPytocXSyHCx-lHZK5ewOIO71a3mqy8TE2mqPxMlqnX6rsjvkvkO3z4ZCW/w415-h276/Sei%20st%C3%A4rker%20als%20deine%20....jpg" width="415" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sei stärker<br />als deine stärkste Ausrede.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">(Verfasser unbekannt)</span></span><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /><br /></p>I. Berikhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00225844495796081575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339170644146297392.post-58045833785471824522024-03-09T09:47:00.005+01:002024-03-09T09:47:32.474+01:00Little Bit Better - Caleb Hearn<iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="260" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/OZaHk0h_axE?si=Bfzxt_68P8tTnMRE" title="YouTube video player" width="360"></iframe>
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Berikhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00225844495796081575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339170644146297392.post-24724799789996529922024-03-09T09:39:00.002+01:002024-03-09T09:39:22.208+01:00An Ihn<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;">Ob du auch tief und schmerzlich mich gedrückt,<br />nicht zürnen will ich dir: es sei verziehen. -</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;">Im Geiste hör' ich rauschen wundervoll</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;">der Jugendzeit verklung'ne Melodien!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;">Ich hab' geruht an deiner treuen Brust,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;">ich hab' geträumt von wonnevollen Stunden. - </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;">Der Schlummer brach, der süße Traum zerstob,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;">und nimmer wird dies kranke Herz gesunden!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;">Ich steh' allein im weiten Lebenskreise</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;">mit meinem Dichten, Trachten, Hoffen, Werben -</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;">und schmerzlich fühl' ich wie ich nie gefühlt:</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;">Ich werde einsam leben, einsam sterben!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;">Doch nicht im Groll gedenken werd' ich dein.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;">Ich hab' geliebt - in Liebe sei's vergeben. - </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;">Und aus den Trümmern meines morschen Glücks</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;">soll glänzender das deine sich erheben!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: x-small;">(Ludwig Bowitsch)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>I. Berikhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00225844495796081575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339170644146297392.post-58291203740709925082024-03-09T09:32:00.004+01:002024-03-09T09:32:53.688+01:00Träumen<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;">Ich träume, wo ich geh und steh,<br />am Tag und in der Nacht - <br />und ob der Frühling blüht und welkt,<br />das nehm ich nicht in Acht. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;">Ich träume, wo ich geh und steh</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;">seit manchem langen Jahr - </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;">es ist darüber unbemerkt</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;">gebleicht mein dunkles Haar.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;">Ich träume, wo ich geh und steh</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;">des Zeitlaufs unbewusst -</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;">und wand're leicht durch Schutt und Eis</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;">mit Rosen in der Brust!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: x-small;">(Ludwig Bowitsch)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: xx-small;"><i>Strophe 1,2 und 4</i></span></div>I. Berikhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00225844495796081575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339170644146297392.post-12939347250848560182024-03-08T16:17:00.006+01:002024-03-08T16:17:46.587+01:00Michael Ortega - Tears of a Silent Heart<iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="260" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/PebHWpYYW4E?si=8_hHfoZii-gdVPwp" title="YouTube video player" width="360"></iframe><div><br /></div>I. Berikhanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00225844495796081575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339170644146297392.post-64525103285681685942024-03-08T08:16:00.001+01:002024-03-08T08:16:15.180+01:00Jesus ist ...<p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7AHdzd-01fVIDDhR5bnRZxaA2sIYPhTN6OSkkBuDCpvGQt3OPIHa-lt6oF8NXBQauhclO2SfnGwnfecDdLLx5jMXbM7gZeTmI4IhxubaUxP1Luc_lCidbLIRH5lW4gDnYSqY5aCjmxa4-mDZFraIRhkSzIFYYjrAIkZ3phqzjPk0MGqcKAIGGxyRJAZTX/s1270/Jesus%20ist%20der%20....jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1270" data-original-width="1270" height="372" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7AHdzd-01fVIDDhR5bnRZxaA2sIYPhTN6OSkkBuDCpvGQt3OPIHa-lt6oF8NXBQauhclO2SfnGwnfecDdLLx5jMXbM7gZeTmI4IhxubaUxP1Luc_lCidbLIRH5lW4gDnYSqY5aCjmxa4-mDZFraIRhkSzIFYYjrAIkZ3phqzjPk0MGqcKAIGGxyRJAZTX/w372-h372/Jesus%20ist%20der%20....jpg" width="372" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;">Jesus ist der Kompass der Hoffnung,<br />der uns sicher durch die Stürme<br />des Lebens führt<br />und uns mit seiner Liebe<br />wie ein unerschütterlicher<br />Leuchtturm leitet.</span><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /> </p>I. 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