...et puis je fume

Edith Piaf sang

"Je ne veux pas travailler

Je ne veux pas déjeuner

Je veux seulement oublier

Et puis je fume"

I knew this lyrics long time before I was even able to understand them. 

There are a lot of lyrics, melodys and songs out in space that describe a broken heart. Probably the most songs are about this issue. Maybe because pain is more expressiv than happiness or easier to write about.

Maybe human beings are very susceptible for all kind of influences in this state or

maybe the cliché that artist need to suffer to be creative is true and the amazing guys of Black Rebel Motorcycle Club are right as they sing

"we are all brokenhearted".

I still wonder what it needs to heal a broken heart.

An instructions manual would be nice.

Like take a week for drowning in pain, eat  ten apples, drink two bottles of vodka and cherry juice, listen to sad songs for a month, go on a journey for three weeks, kiss twenty pretty people and learn something new, beside all this smoke a lot or stop smoking, if you are a smoker already and in the end you are fixed.

One thing is definitly sure: A broken heart writes good songs.

Still I prefer traveling and what Marilyn Monroe said.

photography by Corinna Kern and Tim Walker.