Mittwoch, 12. Dezember 2012

In Gedanken



Dear Lightness,

I was going to write to Weight but I decided to write to you instead. You are present in the room tonight. In rectangular strips outlining the paths of the swings overhead. As a feather, as a breath, a balloon. It is winter, but spring is in the air.


Audra Wolowiec

 (Text via The New York Times)



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Kommentare:

Dominique Sundt hat gesagt…

Da will man am liebsten gleich durchspazieren :-)

Franziska hat gesagt…

Ich bin durchgerstapft, der Liebllingsmensch ist wie verrückt darübergetanzst ;O...