Recipe for a perfectly ordinary day:

Morning: everyday work (mostly boring)
Midday: learning Spanish at beach/in a Café downtown/by the pool (and thinking about the rights and wrongs – just a lil bit)
Afternoon: meal with good fresh stuff, proteins and a lot of respect for food
Early Evening: any kind of sports until there’s no way to move anymore, preferably at beach (children try to imitate me, obviously I’m a good example)
Evening: walking the dawgs, running around doing a lot of stupid junk. With loads of love of course. And speaking to Isabel, one of the best I’ve ever met.
Night: creativity until 4 am. I’m getting there, I’m getting there.

Some chuches from time to time: una excursion, un poquito de baile, tinto de verano y pescado fresco.

Help! How can people be so nice? I almost feel ashamed by their ‘nicelyness’. They just told me: Now you have a family here. Boohoooh! I’m a little bit like the blueyed cat. Just leave the door open and I’m fine roaming. I’ll be coming back, you just never know when. This time I got a little lost. I found myself (totally messed up) in front of that door and I scratched until they let me in. They give me milk and stuff, treat me like a family member. And as soon as it’s time I’ll head off again.

I so so hope that the roaming doesn’t come to an end. Ever.

Gotta go and write my ass off.

PS: The seagull up there is thinking: “Hm, shall I buy that boat or not or what? Well no. I practically own that boat already.”

Working on my condition. I realize, I don’t need to be afraid and I don’t need nuthin. As long as I have my body and mind. It’s never only one of those, it’s about the balance. Between soul and mind, between the head and every single muscle, belief and work, running and breathing, feeling and thinking, flying and sticking to the ground. It feels so safe to rely on yourself. Take the chance, concentrate, be focused, think independently, observe, be inspired, be strong, eat healthy, push yourself to the limit. Everyday, try to be the best version of yourself. It’s sometimes hard. But there never is any ‘too hard’. You can do it. You can be powerful. You can be art yourself. Achieve your goals in single steps. Push it, crunch it, push it, crunch it, reps, reps, reps.

Gosh, this song is always with me on the go. Just be as fast as his drums and you’re doing great.

Arrived and still getting there. Washing the past off my face. Replacing it with sticky sun. Must admit, I love the filthy hair. A shooting star is waving at me. Hello friend. Time’s twice as long as back home. The never ending sea makes me dizzy. Perfect to get lost. The night will find me and makes me see. Nothing is in a relation to me. I miss the city. But I miss myself more. Need to crawl into myself. Please give me wings. I’m in need. Of the nothingness of the sand.

Nicht zwingend meine beste Tanzleistung. Aber hey, dafür tauche ich voll in meine Rollen. Erst als Fuchs, dann als Löwin, als – äh – als Fisch (?), als Grasmilbe, als Rintintin und als Hundkatzemaus. Oder so. Oder sind das im Alltag bloß Rollen, in die ich tauche? Oder bin ich 50/50? 40/30/30? 98z834756? Identitätskrise.

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Und die anderen sind toll und das Styling (!) und das Make-Up und der DoP und der Schnitt erst (s.u.)! Meine Fresse. <3

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Not my best dance performance ever, but hey: I totally dive into my different roles. First as a fox, then as a lion, as a – what’s that – a fish (?), as a fly, as Rintintin and in general as a weirdo. Something like that. Or is this me and do I dive in roles in every day life? Or am I 50/50? 40/30/30? 98z834756? I’m confused.

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Sonido Records präsentiert: Samuri / Somebody told me
(appeared on V.A- Kommune 1 / Son013-6)
Regie / Kamera: Cem Yücetas
Ausstattung: Valerie Sietzy
Schnitt / Postproduktion: Björn Renner
Cast: Charmie Marie Pfeffer, Magdalena Elfrath, Seven Güzel, Tasha, Timos, Paris Liamis, Samuri


Das Leben ist doch ein riesengroßer Eimer (wunderbares Wort). Am Anfang noch leer, füllt er sich mit den Jahren mit allem möglichen Quatsch. Zerdellt und rostet auch ein bisschen, also mein Eimer sieht kaum noch aus wie einer. Und ehe man es sich versieht, ist das blöde Blechding verstopft und vollgemüllt bis obenhin. Viele Leute merken das nicht mal, dass dann nichts mehr reingeht, rien ne vas plus, hab ich erst einige getroffen von. Alle Energie saugt es weg, weil der schwere Schrott, den der Eimer schleppen muss, so sauviel wiegt. Da gibt es nur eins: Das ganze dumme Zeuch loswerden. Rauskippen, Freimachen, Loslassen, auf den großen Haufen und zwar radikal. Und dann wieder vollmachen mit tollen Sachen. Scheiß auf die Beulen. Vollmachen, Vollmachen, Vollmachen! Wohooo!
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Edit: Verdammt, die wichtigste Info vergessen. Wir haben als Team ‘Generation C64′ Berge von Wurst gehackt (begleitet von Fanrufen ‘W-U-R-S-T!’), wir haben mords Klöten getrötet und fühlten uns am Ende auch so, wie wir aussahen. Mission completed.
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Life is a big can. Empty at the beginning, it fills up with the years with all kinds of junk. Bumped and rusted a bit as well, at least my bucket. And before you can count to, ah, nine it’s totally full and stuck with trash. A lot of people don’t even recognize that there’s no room anymore, rien ne vas plus, I just met some of them. So there’s only one solution: Get rid of all that old trash. Dump it, let loose, on the big heap, radically. And after that, fill it up with good stuff. Give a shit on the bumps. Fill it up, fill it up, fill it up! Wohooo!
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Picutes from Melt! festival taken by my beautiful friend Juli. Gosh, how I love my friends.

My own work has just saved me. It told me, no matter which colour, age, condition or weirdness – the glowig beauty comes from inside. Sounds cheesy and easy, but it’s the only truth.

(Just saved  a butterfly, took it outside. And now it came back. Hello my friend.)

Edit Magda: Holy crap, now that’s a cheesy post! What the hell was going on there? The butterfly was a muddy brown grey moth! Guess it was too late at night. Never mind. The moth got saved.

Hach. Das Leben ist manchmal, als breite es sich vor mir aus wie ein Teppich, frohlockend:

‘Komm spring und räkel Dich!’

Und ich falle. Und es trägt mich davon.

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Sometimes, life spreads itself in front of me like a carpet, exulting:

‘Come on, jump and loll around.’

And I let myself fall. And it takes me away.

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