Dedicated to my niece You run under the artificial sky dome, along the way, always slightly downhill, To the lowest point of the rock rock, Where they hang, Like snow flower, over the source. Like a crazy, really, schweissnas ...
Jobstext: 1999/2002_ Letters to the Psy
Jeanne Stürmchen, Steckweg 3 3014 Bern &nb ...