I am a winter rider on a glass plate. As thin as paper, crackling like pond ice. who would have thought, dass wir unseren Ausblick einmal herausbrechen und uns bringen um eine Perspektive von Innen und Aussen. There remains a hole, through which the wind ...
4.3.2016 To a certain extent, she had stolen her freedom, to shape their own lives. Now nature was there, to repay that freedom. she had (for good reasons?) didn't believe anyone, but now, where it was soon too late, ...
11.4.2016 At forty it went through her mind, that between twenty and thirty she had lived exclusively for devotion. Some guy had that devotion, counted for an ass, which she had shaped into a star in her imagination. Quick b ...
4.3.2013 This year clouds have risen over the Gomsertal. They hang black-blue over the old brown snow. The trees on the slopes are skeletal. Only the donkeys behind the rotten wooden grille are magnificent to look at and squint around the garden ...
One night I got up and made the river flow, without water, rubbed stones together, until they glowed, without starting a fire. I filled my travel boxes with air and lit the hut with the passion of my breath, aber sie br ...
I'm over the sea of fog. To assess the situation. Stand flawlessly in one spot, than myself. Inhaliere saumloses Blau, so, look- I breathe in and not out. I think: you never let yourself go. Vielleicht we ...
I want to emigrate to Bauchstern, Lichterort, where they go, when they get small. As bright as only the night can be. Sick, Cripples and farewells throw their candlesticks into it, unlucky star followed blindly. Expanse, die das End ...
29.6.2003 Dear Mr. W. Have I already told you about my "Wehrmacht" booklet?? It hangs over my bed and I put the boys there, with whom I somehow get into a kind of exchange. It's a pretty empty book, because ...
2001/2002 I was in Marbach for three months, because I slipped into a weird crisis: I no longer made love to my doc and lifesaver with my body, I was suddenly separated from him and fallen out of the wholeness of our connection. I k ...