Otherwise these weeks passed in peace and quiet for Nana, Anima, Darcy and Donal. Darcy and Donal spent their days out in the fields. From time-to-time Anima visited her friends, lay on the grass in the sun and enjoyed the warmth, especially when Nana went quickly into town to run a few errands. She made …
I was so sure, so, so, so, so sure or was I just as sure as I am sure of myself, always just so vaguely? No, I was absolutely sure, as sure as I could be, that the moon would rise again the next evening, as sure as I could be sure that it would …
I sat on the dock, on the dock again, that night. You left, sometime before that you left, into your world and left me here, here in my world, which we, speaking, snatched from the flow of chaos. Now that it was complete again, now you could withdraw. And I was sitting on the jetty …
You’re right, of course, it’s been a long time. If I try to remember now, it is as if a whole life would lie between the time when you were you to me and the today when you stepped out of which you left me as an empty shell of you. And isn’t that really …
When stories and images complement each other, then images of life emerge. With this book, Daniela Noitz & Roberto Muffoletto meet the requirement for a symbiotic connection between verbal and visual expression in an appealing, aesthetic way. This also expresses the longing for connectedness, which we carry within us, but which we rarely find fulfilled. …
The sunlight makes the air shimmer. I wake up under the olive tree under which we made our beds. How long had we slept? I don’t know. It is summer. I do not know more. I don’t need to know more. We live with the change of the seasons. Spring is leaving and summer is …
You get used to it. Onto had become part of our little family because we had become familiar, met and accepted each other in our respective so-being. “Just as you are,” I said to myself,” to supplement immediately, “and will become. In the one in which you are constant and in the one in which …
“I have to talk to you,” you had started, back then. Although this was just three days ago. For a long time, you had worn yourself to tell me that, just what you had to say to me, and even longer had this malaise been in you. At first only marginally, just like a little …
It was Sunday, 1938. The young lady, who was trying hard to earn the goodwill of local housewives as a shop assistant in the local general store, was on her way to the movies. Every Sunday she left the house just before 3:00 pm to go to the cinema. Preppy, with her Sunday dress and …
“Yes, my grandmother and my grandfather, and again it was a farewell – the next war, the next convocation. Shortly before they had married, against all resistance, because after all, they could have waited until after the war. If she really wanted to become a soldier’s widow, she had had to ask herself. But the …