Posts in category: Shard of minutes

I touch the water with my eyes. It is still oppressively hot. There is a lively splashing around in the small pool, On the larger scale, the swimmers circle like heavyweights. A child traipses past with a life-sized air mattress ice cream. The most beautiful thing is you ...

Every area has its weathered looks. This is a poor one. Lost in forks in the road, cut up by the sturdy thicket, There are houses on the ridge, like little knights. Their armor, wooden, are bleached black and white ...

  Vicinity, that I can grab. I'm not naked, like what flees me. Flees. And I beg: Fields in green! I would like to be buried in grass, then. Later, later... In a stalk, the sparks fly. Wie Schaum auf Moos sich au ...

The golden storm is coming. Nail oxidizes in yellow cloud apple. This is how iron can be extracted. Iron to hit three times? Or broth, that you drink?   The dawn: missed today. Instead, heavier, ocher colors ...

If you only knew ... That I can see you now. Thanks to a moody one, small zoom. Whiz back and forth. He can. So much for abstraction. You never asked about that. Of, still keeping a distance. Too powerful. (for a world ...

Persephone spaziert Unterwegs nahe der Styx traf ich Einen. Wore swampy colors, the face covered. Doch Augenschwarz im Laserstreifen des Mondes. And only because I am Persephone, ging ich näher und hörte ihn sprechen. So crystal clear of an egg ...

I would like to live like a woodpecker, then I would be left out in the cold. Where it's raining cats and dogs. I would bend with the storm. Drill a window with his beak. Was willst du mich finden in einem leeren Haus, that doesn't belong to me ...