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four months and at the end of the day you have been everything to me-the change. my  fear. your pleasure. the thought. the lie. my truth. your secret-the treasure. thank you.

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[Letter pt.3] Time passes, but the city remains. Transparent shadows haunting me and I hide in houses, streets and trains, but I feel you like the wind in the tree. A stranger who I knew to well got me falling for my darkest side and sister sin leads me to hell, where haunted souls cried and died. But turning the world upside down, meaning red becomes blue and a bagger wears a crown. I’m longing to know what is true. Suddenly cruel but clear it seems: Did i dream within dreams?

photos & text: franziska taffelt

ps: thank you insalatadiparole for showing my work on your blog!

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[Letter pt.2] I’m a troubled person. The only thing which makes me sure to be alive are the dark shadows around my gloomy eyes. Dull dreams are talking of bright days at night, but you’re away and out of my sight. I’m floating in nowhere and no body is there. Everything is future, everything is past. Reality disappears and nothing lasts. Hardly to remember, impossible to see did I dream you dreamed about me?

photos&text: franziska taffelt

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gute musik? immer. aber besonders zum start in ein neues jahr.

der internationale wettbewerb, urberliner rock’n'roll-live-kapelle, eignet sich dafür besonders gut, denn endlich kann man auch vor und nach den schweisstreibenden live auftritten ein tänzchen mit den sieben kiez-dandies auf dem häuslichen parkett wagen. ihr album ‘kein schnaps für sascha’ lädt zum schnaps trinken, tanzen und träumen ein. große ehre also für mich als freund und fan, die band morgens um zehn! zum covershoot zu wecken und, noch in bademantel, die morgendliche vorfreude auf ihr erstes album festzuhalten. seht hier das einmalige cover plus eindrucksvolle porträts dieser einzigartigen musikgruppe und hört da. in diesem sinne: ich will immer noch ein bißchen mehr, denn am meer gefällt’s mir eigentlich viel besser…

fotos: franziska taffelt

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[Letter pt.1] It’s thirty days and thirty nights since I lost you and I lost me. I packed my bags full of hearts not being free. But what do I do if I don’t miss you? Empty days bring me back to loneliness too. I watch myself watching the ceiling ignoring the sky. I don’t care, only the cats under the window cry. I say good night to the morning. He is the shattering warning, but still my bed won’t let me sleep, because the shadows of my memory lie deep. Drowning in the darkest sea, I dreamt that somebody loved me…

photos&text: franziska taffelt

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