Revue_Blanche presents
my musical taste:

I was and am a Modern Talking fan. I used to love Smokie and Dire Straits. I always love Depeche Mode. But my main favorites are Tokio Hotel now.
That’s all, in general.

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*To Bill Kaulitz, 1 Sept.2006*

Don't let the melody die away.
Let the dawn of life come in.
Let your daemon forever stay
with you, in your heart and within.

I wish you'd never feel pain of loss and sorrow in your heart,
I wish you'd forever stay with me, in my life, but...

now you're looking upwards to the blue skies
now your starry eyes are in darkness.
And I love you, love you beyond measure,
you, my Diamond Daemon of Pleasure.
(Lara Biutz)

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*It’s a Miracle*
His tired, grown dim eyes opened the narrowed, almond-shaped chinks that imbibed the slow run of bright photons. Passing through the deep-blue filter of his eyes the electric light slipped along the winding corridors of his good brain, turning into his thoughts, feelings, words and slow motions. The hot tea in the white and blue cup endowed the slumberous town air with anxiety of the East and with aphrodisiac pride of blooming jasmines. Arching over the smooth surface of the writing-table the lamp projected whimsical, ritually leaping shades on the walls of the room. The music the stereo-system outpoured calmed down anxiety and tiredness and evoked pleasant recollections. A thick purple paperback emitted aroma of mocking prose of life. His straight confident back, the result of training of good manners, supported well his still strained body. While lying on his left leg his right leg moved gaily in rhythm of the familiar melody. Now and then his tongue showed itself and left a wet glittering trace on his rosy lip. His hands enjoyed training upon the keyboard, making appear and disappear tiny letters. Being un-histrionic usually his mouth and eyebrows made a little moue of confusion, tiredness and a slight anger; they frowned, laughed, and he bit the right corner of his lower lip. Having bashed a full stop he leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes. His simple, fluent motions always delighted me; the easiness of the motions had to tell about pondering and elaboration. And what a smile this boy had! Every time he appeared at an unknown company and spent an hour there, all his companions recalled him the next morning first of all. His warm fascination like a large bluish cloud pervaded his all thoughts and actions. If he built his own town then you would see neither banality nor ugliness, nor angular fences, nor suppressing heights there. His curly black hair smelled of July night, and made trust him. Now he looked round and shrugged shoulders slightly as though with cold. Moving with his long black eyelashes he rose and placed the purple volume back on the bookshelf. Making quickly two steps he began hurrying for some reason; his reflection in the mirror put on a beige jacket; his eyes twinkled, he opened wide the heavy casements of the window, took a glance at the gloomy furniture of the room for the last time--and then he flew away into the cold nasty night.
2006

*Invention (Love Story)*
I’ve invented myself. First I didn’t exist, and nobody existed. And then He appeared. He looked at me… but I didn’t exist, and He couldn’t see me. Then my desire arose. It was a little, simple desire: may He see me. I looked at Him trying to understand His desires, likings, interests, the things He aspires to. How did He live? How does he live? How is He about to live? I’ve studied Him as much as it’s possible to a human who didn’t exist. And then I’ve invented myself.
He looked at me… and noticed me! But He couldn’t see me in a shape I was about to appear before His eyes. I’ve not studied Him well enough. Then I started studying Him better, more intensive, dipper. I took Him to go for a walk on the soft spring grass, showed Him the white clouds in the blue sky, watching Him, His reaction. I sang sweet serenades, expecting Him to be vomiting from my sickly sweet feelings expressed with sounds and words. I touched and kissed Him. He liked all this; and if He disliked something then I reinvented that.
I studied Him and built myself. And He believed He studied me. He showed me His shady and thorny forests, and He embraced and kissed me too - both of us liked this kind of studying most of all.
Once, on a nice glade, while studying Him with my tongue I realized I changed no longer. My wish had come true: He could see me in a shape I wanted to appear before His eyes. My wish had come true and… I found it tedious. I thought for a little while more, studied Him for a little while more expecting something to remain, but no… nothing.
And then I disappeared to Him.