"The love clochard, you could have written, is a human, who loses everything, his roof, his sanity, his warm bed. Like Nizon's human, who becomes a beggar in Paris, it eventually dissolves and disappears.”
35_the nevermore dialogues
First, in a first step, over a long process, you lose hope, that there is a therapy for your illness in the near future. This hopelessness turns into fact, also a process, that your life, so, how ...
Portrait_Mel
I guess that was Mel, what is called gifted. I wasn't interested. Outwardly she still walked around like a child, that the mother wore. She wasn't inconspicuous, ihre aschenen Locken wippten während eines jeden ihres verhakenden Schrit ...
Memory_Carmela
Her name was Carmela Milazzo. Her father worked in the village factory by the river. For a year she sat right behind me, and when the teacher called her name, schnellte ich herum und starrte Carmela Milazzo an. She sat there, like a dream, sie schien zu sch ...
Memory_Lisa
Lisa was the prettiest in the village, but she lived in the most dilapidated house on the railway embankment. Lisa was omnipresent: her swaying form, she already had breasts, her blue ones, eyes wreathed with lashes, ihre Stupsnase und die schulterlangen dunkelblonden Locken, ...
Portrait_Mark
Nobody knew, if there was a father. on the seas? Or diplomat? The mother had long, fell, Greasy hair. Kind and confused she put the candles in the cake, but wrong, on Mark's eleventh birthday. Bis auf mich und zwei andere s ...
Portrait_Pamela
Pamela was older than me, fourteen maybe. She lived at the top of the hill, there, where the road flattened. Pamela's parents, so was rumored, didn't exactly have a conflict-free marriage, for that Pamela's mother owned, a small, zierliche Frau ...
Portrait_White
Blanca's father worked at the Neopac company on the creek, close, where he also lived with his wife and Blanca, in a cottage for foreign employees. The Neopac made tubes and cans, I believe. Early, morgens um Sieben war das alte ...
Portrait_Christa
my first girlfriend was Christa, she never had time. Christa already made dinner for her two older brothers and their parents in kindergarten, Salad and ravioli. Christa's parents were busy lawyers, sie waren viel cooler als ...
3004_Diary_ writing
I want to let go and surrender to exhaustion, but I can not. I'm always looking for a new path, that I could follow in a series of thoughts. I just want to work, I can only endure the pain when I'm still working, die aus ...