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Pack the suitcasesmooths the ceilings,dust the chest of drawers,cut the last ribbon,puts his hat on his head,holds the suitcase on the right,left the doorknob,force to look to close,one more lookstanding in the open door,Light floods the room,Silence in the rough version,unplugged, uncensored,ready to go,Dust swirlsin the last rayof the sinking,the curtain pushed aside,let it stayWalls …

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„Do you know when the next bus is coming?“ The young man asked hesitantly when he had been sitting next to her at the bus stop for some time. The woman he spoke to was a good twenty years older than him. She could have been his mother. Was that why he was ready to …

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There are three crimes against which I owe my life, three crimes I owe to my life. The first is the persistence in the past. Was not everything better then? Could not everything have stayed the way it was, best for ever and ever? What have I not missed everything, back then! What has not …

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Mist-bedded, delicately flattered, the rugged, steep stone walls rise to the sky, mist-bedded, taking away the heaviness of the night. The mist flows around the stones, me, whispering, urging: „Go ahead, stay with me, go the way, I suppose you.“ The wind has gone to rest: „Do not you want to finally find peace?“, He …

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Our living conditions have changed. Everything is different. I have changed. I’m not like this anymore. Just like then. You have not changed. Or so you say. You always stay the same. That’s what you call reliability. I call it boredom. End of life in the middle of life. You do not understand it. But …

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„So many things are in disorder,“ I say to you. First of all you leave it in the room, do not answer, do not react until I repeat the sentence until I repeat it again. Then finally, you know, it makes no sense to ignore me longer, because I do not let loose until you …

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He lay there a bit, and watched her stroking him. Not that it would have been bad. It was simply not so provided. To be fondled, to be kissed. He had to fondle and kiss. This was evident from the physical constellation alone. Men penetrate. Women be penetrated, for which they have nothing to do …

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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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„You have to equip yourself,“ I hear myself say. A last hug yet before we have to say good-bye. One last time still interwoven and let fall back into the indifference and carelessness. I do not want to think that there is a goodbye. I could not think there could be an arrival. Your story …

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It had something special, something quite special, some occurrences. For hours now she was sitting there, musing. The fire flickered in the fireplace. There was nothing to say, actually, and yet, in how many varieties, in how many nuances the flames lurched, how they unified and separated again, how they were pleasingly flattered and dispersed. …

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