Montag, 13. Juni 2005
Ein Mittsommernachtstraum
Ich liebe diese hellen Abende, an denen das Licht voller Verheißung und das Leben unendlich erscheint.
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modeste,
Montag, 13. Juni 2005, 02:28
... und möge der August halten, was das Junilicht verspricht: Grenzenlosigkeit und die Auflösung in klingender, wortloser Hitze.
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gheist,
Montag, 13. Juni 2005, 13:34
That whistle of the sea in the long afternoon, the great beds of brown foam, of kelp brought up by the storms, the mussels, the whitened boards. To the west it is steaming, a long, briliant stretch as if in rain. In the dunes Franca has found the dry husk of a beetle. She brings it, quivering in her hand, to Viri. It has a kind of single horn.
"Look Papa."
"It's a rhinoceros bettle," he tells her.
"Mama!" she cries. "Look! A rhinoceros beetle!"
She is nine. Danny is seven. These years are endless, but they cannot be remembered.
Salter, p.40
"Look Papa."
"It's a rhinoceros bettle," he tells her.
"Mama!" she cries. "Look! A rhinoceros beetle!"
She is nine. Danny is seven. These years are endless, but they cannot be remembered.
Salter, p.40
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burnston,
Montag, 13. Juni 2005, 11:37
Here is the sunrise ain't that enough
True as a clear sky, ain't that enough
Toy town feelings here to remind you
Summer's in the city do what you gotta do
(Teenage Fanclub - Ain't That Enough)
True as a clear sky, ain't that enough
Toy town feelings here to remind you
Summer's in the city do what you gotta do
(Teenage Fanclub - Ain't That Enough)
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