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My stories

Evening by a lake

When I go for the evening skies I arrive where deep-down I already am, on the pink and orange wavelength where thought and feeling merge, where the currents of mind determine a heart's flight, undulating

The illicit lovers' act

Moments in difficult places of access, more hideout than hidden, where lovers competing forever to perform their advances, the clever pulling of heartstrings, possessing their mind-enhanced buildings,

Against the low-hung skies

Dust on the surface - colourless the thought, no more for eyes ' sound which like deeper ears hears us who cannot rise, alone the inner voice out in the open, charcoal of despair, deep lines it scrawls

Fame

From unending longing rises the real occurrence like fountains timely and quivering falling. But then in the deep lies the glitter, our otherwise hidden feelings. shown in the dancing tears. Throwing the coins of abandon

Nietzsche

When he was young he met a dangerous god, though never went to tell of right or wrong Since then he kept his silence, learnt it long ago to listen inwards where no voices go. He grew on stillness

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