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I was lying on the dock that night, naked and stretched out on my back, and small drops of water shimmered like pearls on my skin as they reflected the moonlight. I had swum through the lake, was immersed in the clear water, weightless, caressed and carried. The drops of water shimmered on my skin …

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… 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.

It was a gray autumn day when my dog drew my attention to him. He sat in the grass, yelling disgruntled. At least it sounded disgruntled to me. My bitch stood by, curious, but also a little anxious. She wanted to go closer, but did not really dare. That’s why she kept her neck as …

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A delicate bud, unseen, unnoticed, should it stay that way foreseeing the forces, who slumbered in it, until they awoke since I unfolded, and she with me, my white orchid.

The circumstances have changed. At least in Western Europe, since the days when women fought for their rights as human beings. The newly born declaration of human rights was one of the men’s rights. „Déclaration universelle des droits de l’homme“ has been called in French, the word „l’homme“ means both man and human. Humans were …

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The white curtains blow in the summer wind. All in white the room, and when I look out of the window of the bungalow lies the sun-drenched steppes of Tuscany. The gentle breeze gently fills me, playing with my hair. One day it had been, you entered my life as if it were the most …

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At first it was just an itch on the skin, right under the left chest. It itched and I scratched, as it is just as usual, but the itching became more and more annoying. It hardly wanted to stop. Perhaps I should apply cream more often, so that the skin could recover, because the place …

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Inspired by Kieran Halpin „Salt into the wound“   It would not go without a fight, that night, opposing the approaching day, when light mixes with darkness, and the light slowly erases it. Controversial, like every morning, only to be subdued. A partial victory. Before my eyes, behind the domed window of the round church. …

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Inspired by „Sorrow“ by Kieran Halpan Wrapped in an armor of strength and defense, I was when I met you when the moment it was supposed to be. I had hidden behind it, because I was convinced that I no longer needed it, the touch and the proximity. It would never happen again. „Put the …

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