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Life is too short for boring stories

„You have to prepare yourself“, I hear myself say. One last hug before we have to say goodbye. One last time, interwoven and let yourself fall back into the carefree. I don’t want to think that there can be a farewell. I couldn’t think that there could be an arrival. Your story matched mine in …

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„Du musst Dich rüsten“, höre ich mich sagen. Eine letzte Umarmung noch, bevor wir uns verabschieden müssen. Ein letztes Mal noch ineinander verwoben und zurückfallen lassen in die Unbeschwertheit und Sorglosigkeit. Ich will es nicht denken, dass es einen Abschied geben kann. Ich konnte es nicht denken, dass es ein Ankommen geben konnte.

… then it is as if time stands still, for that one moment of connectedness, how one has fallen out of time, and the world, just to be in your arm and breathe and feel your heartbeat very close to mine, the warmth of your body and the peace of life that understands itself.

You entered, walking straight towards Him, stopping right in front of Him, embracing the alabaster vessel, upright and strong. His blue eyes were on you, His eyes embraced you in all their fullness. No, you’ve never met a man like that, you’d never meet such a man again, and yet, as much as you wished …

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Sometimes, I am so full of joie de vivre because I realize how much life has given me. And still gives. This joy wants to get expression. It urges me, because I also want you to understand me, but if this joy is so great that every expression is too small, even so that you …

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I turn the key carefully in the castle. Once. Twice. Pull it off. Press down the latch again to make sure that I have actually blocked. It would not be necessary. It is necessary, because since I knew that it was time to complete and go, I was a little confused. There was no back. …

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I sit at the window and look out. The world is so vast and confusing. So completely impregnable and so disconcerting. I look out and see things that I can name, but do not know who compose in me the vastness of the lostness. That is why I go away from the window to limit …

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The empty store

2. The embrace   The door was cracked. She fell into the castle. Ruben and Lilith sat with a cup of tea. He had gone and returned. He stayed and he left. Maybe a little longer that day. It was good to go, because otherwise you can not return. To enjoy a familiarity that gives …

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