The Red Kite
The late day sun was sinking, a golden, lazy glow. The curtains swayed so softly in that sweet October breeze. He turned his gaze out to the hillside, a quiet…
It Only Changes Hands
The autumn light was fading, the room was still and cold. Outside the restless branches were dancing in the wind. He turned his eyes toward the window, a quiet smile…
Between Two Meetings
She was sitting at my table, yet farther than the sky, like on those quiet afternoons when she'd pass me by. A shadow wrapped around her, as if the light…
Motivationsrap
Viertel nach sechs, der Kopf ist wie Blei, starrst auf die Seiten, doch die Zeit zieht vorbei. Der Berg vor dir riesig, die Sicht ist verschwommen, wo ist der Fokus…
Un nuovo anno
Un nuovo ritmo che scende dolcemente, le ore portano il loro mondo lentamente. In una direzione che non è definita, ai margini del tempo, la strada infinita. Continuiamo a scrivere…
A New Year
A new beat that falls softly, the hours carry their world in an indefinite direction, at the edge of time, in every place. We continue to write what begins, even…
Nächtliche Ballade
Es schlug die Glocke Geisterstunde, Ein Dichter rang mit Fiebernot; In schlaflos-quälend später Runde Ihm Grip die Hand zur Kopplung bot. „O holde Grippe!“, rief der Wicht, „Komm mit ans…