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I closed my eyes again. It just feels better with my eyes closed, at least that’s how I feel. This combination of lightness in the water and your tender hands on my skin raised my level of relaxation so much that I actually no longer felt any pain. Maybe they were gone. Maybe they were …

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There are thoughts that one would love to get rid of, like those of all the killings that are committed on a daily basis. 100,000,000,000 living beings fall victim to us every year. An unimaginable number of living beings that could live. Bred just to be murdered. For our enjoyment. For our amusement. For our …

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You were with me when I came back to me. I do not know how long you had knelt next to me, first in the snow, still kneeling as the snow thawed, still kneeling as the meadow blossomed again, new, virginal and untouched. Again and again it becomes new, and even innocence can be recovered. …

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I looked at her. She let me see, take up, understand, without words, in a way I had never seen her. „I see you and you in me,“ I said. „I see you and me in you,“ she confirmed. „But still more, seeing myself in you, I also see you in me and at the …

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Timidly, the heavy air of the night penetrated through the open window. The night was already well advanced. Quickly I threw myself over and walked barefoot along the corridor, which led me to the gate. The full moon hung melancholy and lost in thought in the star-filled sky. He was as always and it is …

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The sunlight makes the air flicker. I wake up under the olive tree under which we bedded. How long have we slept? I dont know. It is summer. I do not know more. More I do not need to know. We live with the change of seasons. Spring is coming and summer is coming. Summer …

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Headwaters „It was probably the best sex in my life,“ I thought as I lay back with you, my head was resting on your chest. „You say that every time,“ you replied smiling, even though I could only hear the smile from your voice, since I could not see you while your hand was touching …

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No matter how much it is, it is always too little. Even if I rewrite all the books of this world, it is always too little. No matter how deeply I penetrate, it is always too superficial. Even if I spoke all the languages of this world, I would never be able to penetrate deep …

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I have tasted it, the miracle of becoming You, the miracle of the becoming human, the incarnation, the flesh-born acceptance. I sat down and satiated, on the one word that made something of what I was not before. Or is it? Has not there been a time when I was it? Has not there been …

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I sit at the window and look out. The world is so vast and confusing. So completely impregnable and so disconcerting. I look out and see things that I can name, but do not know who compose in me the vastness of the lostness. That is why I go away from the window to limit …

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