With a palm full of stars I throw them like dice Repeatedly I shake them like dice And throw them on the table Repeatedly Repeatedly Until the desired constellation appears And I ask myself: How am I going to make it right? My new toy. Found it here.

These dark and silent nights… Black night is falling The sun is gone to bed when the snow is no longer falling with that perfect sound… The innocent are dreaming As you should sleepy-head while listening to “Scatterheart” by Björk… and silently whispering: My Dearest Scatterheart There is comfort Right in the eye Of the [...]