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Life is too short for boring stories

… 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.

My heart had swum down to the deepest depths, to the Mariana Trench, and drifted away from the waves of the North, the South, the West, and the East. It had flown up to the highest heights, up to Mount Everest, and had been carried by the winds of the north, the south, the west, …

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And my heart flew, with the winds of the north, the south, the west, and the east, and felt the suffering wherever and in whatever form it was found. It would be lost, splintering into billions of parts, I thought, in the face of the suffering that was in billions. 144,000,000,000 sufferers. How is a …

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„Breathe, breathe, damn breathe,“ I thought doggedly. Something stuck in my trachea and did not want to go away, something made of elastic material. It was pulsing. I gasped. Only a few moments remained, then my senses would disappear and I would suffocate. It did not move a centimeter, the thing in my throat. With …

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Genital mutilation and systematically carried out rape are among the messages that hardly touch anyone anymore. The former is carried out through tradition and to preserve the honor of the woman. The second woman to break and kill mentally. Also in our civilized society there were times when the removal of the clitoris was among …

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Inspired by Kieran Halpin „Fragile Heart“ from the CD „Doll“ it was because I wanted you to stay with you. „Can I paint you a picture of what is happiness?“ I asked you, and you wanted to hear it, because it would not matter whether you were going now or later. It would no longer …

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I was also given a new freedom, a freedom I had once felt, without realizing it, because it was at a time of life, as freedom and responsibility were limited to myself, swallowed up all other freedoms. Many years later, the bond and responsibility far beyond myself meant that it was finally able to step …

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The empty store

17. Touch my soul   We meet so many people every day. There must be thousands, over time, weeks, months, years, decades. Most of them pass by. There is no encounter. It’s over. Sometimes we collide. There is no encounter. It’s an accident. We will be introduced to some of them. For a variety of …

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