Sorry. Darkness rolled onto him by the light. Horizon broken between the ribs, through a drizzle- and exhaled: so many ice cubes, kaltgepresst zu einem Löchlein, at the soul freezing point. Endurance. Darker from the H ...
Eclat_this dream needs no interpretation
So suddenly and so close the sea in the train window, a wave in such dense aquamarine, gives,a collision of coast and dream, so suddenly and so suddenly, in a blue,das alle Leerstellen des Wassers auffüllt, as if the color is hallucinating, to G ...
Glee_a portrait (after a documentary)
Where grew up? Among chickens, different fathers, a bunch of kids, playing in heat and dust. The oldest. And then? 17 You haven't seen anything for years now, from there, your beginnings, in your cell. Glee, what's happened, is out ...
Retro and pull together_History of my rags_the hair (the other Rapunzel)
Die Haare Wir verstanden es so: We had to move forward. Every centimeter counted. We just didn't know, how so. So we grew visibly in length and increased in volume. At some point the rags pulled us over ...
Retro and contraction_story of my rag_the mouth
der Mund Ich lebe an einem Lumpen, who pronounces, what he thinks, and thinks, was er vielleicht nicht immer sagen soll. My rags sometimes take me for too much? At accidents, concerning my rags, I'm often on the front lines, ...
retro u contraction_story of my rag_the nose
Die Nase Mich will man immer anders haben. First my rags wanted me as a snub, then as a Greek nose. As if there was a connection?! Der Lumpen muss veränderliche Wünsche punkto seiner Anatomie zeitlebens halt schlucken. ...
retro u contraction_story of my rag_the eye
Das Auge Ich bin für das Licht, what the bee is for the flower. In grossen Keltern trage ich das Licht fort und bestäube damit meinen blinden Lumpen wie über eine kleine Stäbchenfabrik. I say blind rag, because: hätte er an meiner Ste ...
colorfully SpokenMe_Eclat_de Minutes_ am I sick, if I don't get sick from the sick?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aQITKzxS-gQ for my 90% american followers from a german writer, lol. One probably no longer overestimates the word in a visually overloaded world. So step on .....old auntie!