I have overcome my readers block, bought a new bookshelf, filled the new bookshelf and started writing a script – which is why I haven’t written anything on my poor little blog and I feel bad for abandoning it… I sawry!
Now I’m back in the books (literally) and I am hating the fact I have 3 fantastic murder mysteries and a really interesting as well as repulsing book about anti-semitism in the 19th and 20th century sitting right next to me but I have to read one about Literature Analysis. It makes me puke a little.
Also I went on vacation to beautiful Lago Maggiore and wrote a little sumpin sumpin because all the prettiness really got to me.
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Kleine Lichter glitzern im umrisslosen Schwarz
Berge und Himmel verschmelzen
Der See schimmert und schickt einen freundlichen Wind
Jedes Teilchen macht Sinn
Geräusche füllen die Luft mit Glück
Der Mensch scheint winzig und doch voller Möglichkeit
Zwitterhafte Einsamkeit
Erfüllung und Trauer schemenhaft wie das Land
Nur durch Licht wird Schwarz zu Gold
Das wir sonst nicht zu unterscheiden vermögen
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Ok, bedtime now.
Au revoir.
