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You remember, back then, when we first met, when we fell in love with each other, when we were at this stage when we were ready to turn the world for each other, we talked about forever, because we believed in it deeply, because it could never change again. Nothing but illusion!

Lost in thought, I see you behind. You go down the steps and go to the street. I finally break loose. I do not want to look after you, just open the door and see what you can do. Luckily there is always something to do. Actually, I do not want you to realize that …

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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.

And then everything was different. From one moment to the next, there seemed to be nothing left as it was. Or not? The moon was full and bright in the sky, and yet it was different for me. The night air was lukewarm and warm, and yet it was different for me. Even I myself …

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There is the pain that can be given a name. On the one hand, it is the most painful, physical pain. Then I can point it with my finger and reaffirm my pointing with the words „There it sits, the pain!“ This is very practical, because one knows exactly what is going on. The others, …

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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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I lost the thought of the meadow around the lake when I heard it. I was probably a few yards away, for it was still very quiet, but the nearer I came, the louder it became, this sobbing and lamenting. Deep in itself, she was sitting under a pasture, pressed to the trunk, as if …

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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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Returning is dangerous. Although one can never really return, for the one who was then was no longer one, and the one, who is now, was not at that time. The place remains the same. Maybe. As long as nothing changed, but when she returned to this place, she realized that little had changed. Many …

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I sat there, still there, on the bed, leaning my back against the wall, still since that time, since you left, you sat there like a thief in the night, and you had also taken a lot of things with you.   Your gaze that surrounded and lifted me when I told you about the …

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