Heaven rains down bread in little hard crumbs of dough, and whoever catches them may either become happy or choke on them.

Flying into the field of cloudsWith the taste of sun and waterThere is no night out thereNight does not fall in the distanceA silver cage around my neckLike an unfaithful concubineI lay down and curled…

We had to walk. This necessity made me happy. I hadn't been this happy for a long while, I thought.

I do not know what to say to you, said the director. Therefore I shall say nothing.

Ah dear flesh / Why do you linger here

Perhaps they might meet the village lads or the male patients of the men's sanatorium, as spent as themselves. What else was there to do in the midst of the Black Forest?

But in that moment of pure amazement, while some blew prayers to the right and left or panicked and almost wet their pants, a few risked touching the bus gingerly.

Sorrow is a dirt for her, the moment she notices a speck of it smeared on her body, she scrubs it off her skin.

The blood that knows to wait / Knows too to turn to stone

That is my life. There is no escape from any memories.

They smell of the earth when they cry out

Reaching into the first drawer of the counter behind him, he pulled out a red rose with a long stem. And he also left this for you.

First, the woman writer systematically refrains from writing on sexuality until she is old.

I and my trusty umbrella / he's always at hand

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