A personal recount of a life within Berlin, Venice and the EU
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Wednesday, February 04, 2009
Tonight I believe that if I talked about it, it might help...
I was at school today, listening some guy talking about law systems in comparison...and had a strong, wild and lasting sense of Sehnsucht of a summer dinner in Schöneberg, where language, for once, did not look like a problem, where the smell of a bridge on the Großbeerenstrasse was of rotten flowers and fresh dawn, where my bycicle was silently carried over, and the voice, that I miss the most in every single hour I remember having lived since, told me of the beauty of small things, on which I then happened to believe...
What else?
I was at school today, listening some guy talking about law systems in comparison...and had a strong, wild and lasting sense of Sehnsucht of a summer dinner in Schöneberg, where language, for once, did not look like a problem, where the smell of a bridge on the Großbeerenstrasse was of rotten flowers and fresh dawn, where my bycicle was silently carried over, and the voice, that I miss the most in every single hour I remember having lived since, told me of the beauty of small things, on which I then happened to believe...
What else?
Tuesday, February 03, 2009
Sunday, February 01, 2009
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