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"I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes."
Zum Tag der Poesie He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven by W. B. Yeats (1865-1939) Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and…
Wohnungen sind keine Himmel. Aber wir schmücken sie wie Himmel, die uns den Atem rauben. Wie Himmel, die uns am Morgen begrüßen und am Abend Abschied von uns nehmen. Wir sind nicht gern allein. Die Privatheit ist eine ausgestorbene Spezies,…