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10. Januar 2017

Shaken to the core

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 […]
10. Januar 2017

Pencils are flowers with ink

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 […]
23. Oktober 2016

Der Wind

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, […]
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