Gedichte

Shaken to the core   With blue ink the paper’s flooded in which we sink until we got it so interesting – us arresting. Everything around […]

Pencils are flowers with ink, Books words with instinct. Tables are branches with legs, Couches blankets to relax. Rain is water with speed, The sun is […]

Wind kommt zu mir, Wind erreicht mich, pfeift in mein Ohr. Wind will zu dir, schafft’s vielleicht nicht; was hat er nur vor? Bewegt den Strand, […]