Raven! Today at 21.25 the sun goes down. Let's all gather strength and look around 21.10 meet at the Reichenbachwald! Or no! let's go 21.00 to be there! Raven! These are 5 Hours, that remain to me, to get rid of my bed of thorns, should ...
6_Bücher auf meinem Floss
Books on my empty raft, Books, which I have already read: - Letters to Genica, Artaud - tongues of stone, Plath - Tanner siblings, Walser (3× read& coffee stains) - Winter trees, Plath (New) - Louise luck, wilde Ir ...
5_the nevermore d
Raven, i see blue, inkwashed sky, the trees sway as animatedly and rhythmically as underwater plants. I couldn't think of the forest, in the meantime, I was absorbed in the fight. I am losing strength, Raven, wie durch ein ...
From my testimony
But before, as I watched the twilight, I suddenly thought of this sentence again, I even think so, I said it to myself: "You know, do not you, what that means; eternity!“ I lay on my raft, ein Kissen im Nacken und schaute dem Herannah ...
4_the sadest nevermore d
Raven, tell me something about Lenor ... who she was ... Turns them into plutonia in voluminous cream-colored robes? I hear them trickle across the floor, so delicate and light and thin..... that must be tulle....lighter than the mist. she is kind, and? A ...
3_the sadest nevermore
Maybe Raven, beloved Raven, this is just a dream and not all dreams are meant to come true, because, look, in the middle of a big dream, that came true to me, he crumbled, and now, when i dream about it, to go into the forest again, then I fear, ...
2_sadest nevermore
I want to go into the forest again. Raven, a tiny path meanders through the middle, barely visible to the naked eye, of belly-high scrub, of nettles, surrounded by wild blackberries, height, light trees, and light brown deer, graceful with big eyes, die ic ...
1_sadest nevermore
Thorns lie over my solar plexus. a band of thorns, drawn so severely around my middle. Raven, i met there. This time life-threatening. Raven, kinder, softer, witty Raven, watch over me.
The Raven/der Rabe by Edgar Allan Poe
The Raven Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapp ...