Apricot

She set herself apart through apricot. Her world was one of pastel – no clashing neons, no absorbing burgundy and no depressing monochrome; colors everywhere, but just a touch above white and nothing to disturb serenity. Reading Sloterdijk, my chair creaked as I tried to regain my form after having drifted off into a slouching, sickly […]

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Lebensfreude

Grün soweit das Auge reicht. Und doch, durch ein schimmerndes Sonnenlicht gebrochen, sticht die blasse Haut eines strahlenden Gesichtes, die Hälfte dessen ich der Sonne wegen nicht zu sehen vermag, hervor. Die angezogenen Mundwinkel lassen leichte Lachfalten hervortreten. Die Augen glänzen obschon sie matt sind. Das Lächeln ist von der Sorte, die den Betrachter um […]

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Fire

And when upon that tree I rest my gaze To admire the blooming branches, What, despite this, has me fazed? Lying on cold stone: some matches. That all this beauty might be ablaze With just one stroke of the hand ‘Tis power then, a certain malaise that burns down what’s others’, wants to expand.   […]

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