Two small houses, freshly renovated, next to each other, were waiting for the new owners. And then they approached the same ones, that is, half of both pairs, more precisely the female half. At the garden gate they suddenly looked up and at each other. The tall, dark woman with wild curls and the slender, …
Katie suddenly felt the ground give way under her. She had reached the moor. She was worried. Still, she had to be careful, because if she took just one wrong step, she would be stuck in this bog with no way of freeing it. They had played here all the time as children, so she …
Connectedness The glass,splintered into a thousand pieces,changes,when you bend downtake one from you.
We, you and me, we talk to each other. Of course, we talk to each other because it brings us closer to each other, or because it brings us apart. We talk to each other anyway. Depending on the situation, we tell each other about our experiences, tell each other about yesterday we come from, …
We walk part of the way together, hand in hand. Nobody can say how long this piece will be – or how short, and I don’t even want to be told. At some point it will be over, at some point – just not today, and maybe we will be granted the next night and …
Allow – to sit down with me, although we don’t know anything about each other, except maybe the one thing that we are people who are looking for the encounter, sometimes out of boredom or mere curiosity, but sometimes also so as not to drown in the swamp of isolation and lost self . Allow …
Familiar, quiet, little life. Not spectacular, not sensational, not even particularly exciting, but it is my familiar, quiet, little life in which I have settled down, cozy and warm, and those who visit me always expect a warm welcome and a hot coffee (or tea, depending on your taste). I know my way around here …
You say my eyes have lost their shine since I left you. In it you found so much sparkling joie de vivre and cheerfulness, balance and connectedness, understanding and dreaminess, laughter and happiness. Everything that I can only feel when I’m with you. So, it would be only logical that my eyes have lost their …
The touch is always immediate. It is quiet, delicate and emphatic, but always immediate, without anything in between, without mediation. It is immediate as a gift and an acceptance. Perhaps reticent, timid or conquering, brisk, but always immediate. You cannot be represented. It happens between me and you. The touch is always revealing. Nothing you …
Life is presence. If life is alive, it is in the acceptance of the moment, the moment that presents itself, with all its comforts, with all its inconveniences. Is being accepted, acceptable or uncomfortable? Seen in this way, there is no such thing as unpleasant, unless we negate the only time that is given to …