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#prayfortheworld

My dears, the posts I promised you are either in the making or were already finished and timed. Regarding the events that took place IN THE WORLD during the last days everything else falls silent. Therefore, today once more a poem of farewell. In silent memory. „With every breath we take and every move we…
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#prayfortheworld

Meine Lieben, die von mir zuletzt versprochenen Beiträge sind in der Mache oder waren bereits fix und fertig und getimed. Hinter den Geschehnissen der letzten Tage IN DER WELT steht alles zurück. Daher heute noch ein Mal ein Gedicht des Abschieds. Im stillen Gedenken. „Bei jedem Atemzug und jedem Schritt nehmen wir die Fortgegangenen mit.“…
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One night in February

Photo & Editing: artaquis #tbt: Once night in February One night in February, after I had followed my never resting thoughts for way too long, I decided to do what I had been wanting to do for days, no, for weeks, and prepared to take a walk. I promised myself to only take paths that…
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Gap

Dieser Beitrag ist auch auf Deutsch verfügbar I write for you. About you. I don’t write you. I translate you. Into a format that I understand. But like in all translations of great works, something might, or surely does get lost. Because the words do not suffice. Freedom of interpretation. So I have to learn…
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Leerstelle

This entry is also available in English Ich schreibe für dich, über dich. Ich schreibe dich nicht. Ich übersetze dich. In ein Format, das ich verstehe. Aber wie bei allen großen Werken geht bei der Übersetzung vielleicht, oder ganz sicher, etwas verloren. Weil die Worte nicht ausreichen. Interpretationsspielraum. Also muss ich deine Sprache lernen um…
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Blood and Ink

I bleed my heart out onto this page. This snow-white blank page. Black ink and red blood. Misery can create beauty and melancholy can capture pretty pictures. One more unspoken word. Ink. One more untold story. Blood. The pressure becomes unbearable, so I open my mouth and I open my heart. I speak ink and…
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#sundaystory: Annabell

The information given was: a) English b) Annabell c) hearing impaired, smile, charge syndrome d) suitable for children dedicated to Anca and Annabell Tommy is seven years old and today it’s his little sister’s birthday. All her friends are there. The garden is decorated with balloons, there is cake in the kitchen and confetti on…
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Oceandeep

Photo & Editing: Ralph Wietek I tried to keep you close to me. I didn’t succeed, I didn’t succeed. A thousand seas I would have sailed, but I failed, I failed. Tried my best to protect you from the storm that was raging in my chest, but my best just wasn’t good enough, so I…
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