nevertheless

something shoots through my head

2020

a paper boat to the open sea

the istrian sea in early january 2020

2020

Oskar Schweighart - Fotobuch der Bäume - digitalized photographic plates

Oskar Schweighart - Fotobuch der Bäume - digitalized photographic plates c

ein mensch bleibt ein mensch

Gedicht an die Dauer - Peter Handke - gelesen und erweitert von Günter Mik

He is writing on the typewriter

Jalāl ad-Dïn Muhammad Rūmī

and brutus is an honorable man

ansingen, gegen die brandung - bettina hardmeier, günter mik

we are family

we are still family

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1 v The most beautiful thing I felt inside It's so pure and delicate, it's hard to imagine And if I want to dare to sink into my thoughts, So the feeling has vanished for me. And what is it that so delicately sprang from me? I do not know and I cannot reveal it; The purest part of the soul can only feel it And it's locked deep in my heart

3 v An afternoon in Rovinj. Late October, perhaps early November. You are wearing a chic jacket, adapted to the autumn season. Few tourists are on the go. Actually none anymore. I stand on the bank and look out to sea. The sea attracts me, I want to dive into it. I undress on the promenade. There is only the sea and I. And I jump. Without making sure that I can take the temperature of the water. I can. I am swimming. I like the cold. I like the clarity. I like the pure loneliness. I like swimming out. But I also turn back. Again and again. I have changed since immersing myself.

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confusion has its cause

Two of my three children accompanying me through the forest, into rooms, across areas. I am breaking down from time to time. Taking a position that suits my children more than me. They accept it. The confusion is not theirs, it is mine. I don't know, what causes it. It is only guesswork that leads to new guesswork, into a labyrinth that could panic if I hadn't been caught in it for so long.

refurtage from ston

1 v Probably almost a hundred times I was led through through museums and exhibitions by strangers, by people however who were not able to contact me, to become significant, meaningful for me . Honestly spoken, their language and their actions were of incalculable meaning. By the way I was almost never interested in the content. I don't know why I used the services of these so-called intermediaries. Presumably, to avoid embarrassing situations that would have arisen, if I would not have taken the offer of a tour or explanation.

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