Category Archives: Outside

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When the day to leave has come, I leave so much behind. Things, moments, people. I don’t remember when exactly but somewhere in the dust, I come across a young American who choose to come here/who didn’t want to continue … Continue reading

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beauty: past/present (m.)

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beauty: past/present (f.)

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leere/Leser/Worte

An einem Samstag im Juni heiraten sie. Ein Fest mit vielen lächelnden Gesichtern; Blumenkindern, die zwischen den Erwachsenenbeinen umherwuseln. Die Bilder in seinem Kopf sind orange/gelb/grün; farbig und positiv. Irgendwann ändern sich die Farben; andere Bilder verdrängen die Bilder, die … Continue reading

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black and white-symphony

keep walking on/despite all the black around me #Sundayphotography

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life in an hedge

lost my innocence today. was told that there are people who make money online by posting pictures with an hedgehog. of an hedgehog. worldwide. on a pool. in Iceland. in a desert. maybe not in a desert. might be too … Continue reading

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Not in my name

I really want to laugh, really f* loud. If there’s a God, then He or She or They must be a fine Master of irony. On Pentecost Monday, I really had a strange episode with an elderly religious woman on … Continue reading

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Stachel/Haut/Wunde

Ich sitze im Zug zurück nach Mannheim. Es ist Pfingstmontag. Auf dem Sitz neben mir liegt mein Wanderrucksack, geschmückt mit einigen Waldblumen, die ich am Vormittag gepflückt habe. Ich lese, ein spannender Krimi aus dem hohen Norden. Normalerweise vermeide ich … Continue reading

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it makes us speechless. our heads explode from all the cities’/places’ names. they would split into pieces, if the other cities/places entered as well. it makes us speechless. immobile, to lift our arms, that seem to be unharmed, to stop … Continue reading

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Through Centuries

Through centuries, there have been people who want to see us on our knees, who want us to pray, to stay obedient, silent. Their form of power over us has taken different forms. Some took us to the pyre, some … Continue reading

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