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The falling or the movement

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21.05.2024

Everything is changing
even the stories
you’ve been forced to repeat

your eyes look at the sky differently
with every drop of time
splashing at the stones
of Heraclitus’ river
and even the tempestuous love
can´t help but fade into gentle mist
in that tiny distance
where nothing survives
the flow,
the
fall
or the movement.

El Matallana

Wondering how

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22.05.23

Für Liesa

How many drops of love
are there in your heart
until it runs on empty?

How many stories
from your past
are keeping your soul in its prison?

How much more do you have to prove
to accept yourself
in your kindness?

How long must we sadly dance
without touching,
in fear?

How much distance
is safe to need
to finally get closer?

How many hours do we really have
to avoid our lives
while we wonder?

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