You have your head on my leg. Because that’s how it happened. I sat and you came to me, still a little dreamy, spun into the happenings that life gave us. Pensive, my hand strokes your hair. You keep your eyes closed while I look at you, just look and my hand does the rest. …
… to be the best of your life, full of love, life, passion and joy. Give yourself a chance.
It was one of those, no longer so frequent, opportunities, since I had settled in the midst of the most beautiful depression, apparently with the unspoken, even unthoughtful intent to stay awhile when you came to me. I had not invited you and would not have done so, since I was actually in a place …
At the moment, I can identify two tendencies in the area of family policy: the increased deportation of children into their own spheres of life and the urge for parents to return to work as quickly as possible. The question is: Does this contribute to the well-being of those affected?
Sometimes I am cuddly like a little kitten.
I’m standing on the sidelines, in the dark, in the cold. Glaringly the place is lit up by the floodlights. Not more than ten people watching the game. Friends, relatives, acquaintances in the first place, because here the women play soccer. The fate of a marginal sport. Whereby soccer itself is anything but marginal. As …
The memory of you flows through me like a warm summer rain, sweeping me from all the gloom, everyday life, and normality. A summer rain in a desert landscape that lasts for months after rain, but as soon as the first drops hit, it blossoms in the most splendid colors, for a short while. The …
