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  • April

    I think I will accept my life, the moment

  • Pour Ainsi Dire

    Drinking. What is boozing? If not a liquid manner of corresponding, thanks to wine,

  • The Harrow Plow

    Each spring it sank a little further down

  • Madame Bovary, c’est moi

    If we were all as kind to each other

  • AFTER A FUNERAL

    After the service and reception hour

  • Before They Came For Us | Civilian Exiting the Facilities | Table for Six

    They met in the woods below our homes, brought their sawed-off shotguns and

  • Loud Walk in Fall | Regret

    There is something else

  • “Flüchtige monde” / “fugitive moons” translated from the German by Joscha Klueppel

    mountains recall their flock of birds. the dear birds,

  • Bedtime Story

    It wasn’t only my father who believed in the romanticism of war

  • LA CASA BELLINA

    You seemed happy,

  • Shame

    Why did I want a Queen Conch shell

  • In My Thorn Dream | In my Path Dream

    The thing is the delicacy