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„Another hundred kilometers done, soon is halftime,“ I encouraged myself, „You can do that.“ I had said that I would wake one of them if I could not continue, but still it went and I actually wanted them let sleep. They deserved it. And it was good to let my thoughts wander, back to those …

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„Heart’n’Heavy“, as they called themselves since their band foundation, had been a recipe for success right from the start. Whereby the band sounds rather exaggerated, because in the end it was a duo, „Mic’n’Mike“ as they called themselves. And that out of embarrassment that they both had the same name. They were named Michael. Since …

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„Just 700km,“ I thought, to motivate myself, „700km and we’re finally home.“ At home? These were two remote houses in southern Burgenland. We retreated there when, after a ten-month concert, performance and publicity marathon, we embarked on the two-month summer break. That sounds like a lot of fun, especially if you love the music and …

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„Does this really have to be? Just because you did not dare to say ‚100 years ago‘ for the guy, you do not have to go to a concert right now,” I murmured incessantly, even though I knew it was pointless. If Nastasja had once put something in the head, then it stayed there. Hard …

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She let the cognac circling in the swivel. Just to look, while she was trying to think about what she had been aiming for when she came to this bar. How long had it been since she’d done this the last time? Just like shutting down the laptop because she suddenly felt the need to …

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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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Inspired by Kieran Halpin „Long lost friends“ He is a musician and never wanted to be anything else. At the beginning he still thought about it. Minstel was too little for him. That centered too much on the activity itself. Troubadour, that had gone through his head, but the word stood as an image of …

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