Little bird

The lonely bird. I feel related to him sitting there by himself. Sometimes alone sometimes in a flock much like me hopping from place to place. I envy his freedom thought. His wings taking him…

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Alien

After all this years in this city, I find myself in the most unlikely place. On this rainy Saturday morning in August I have an appointment in the city center. I struggle finding the entrance of the…

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The little house

  There is this little house in a village in the South of the low lands. It exists and yet it does no longer. It is the house this little old lady used to live…

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A million smiling faces

The sun shines strongly on my skin, drops of sweat dripping down my white shirt. The music in the background is slowly ebbing away and I find myself months back in time away from this…

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Poison

It feels like a forbidden apple. You get a glimpse of how things could look like but you never get it. When you think you have it turns out to be poisoned and it ends…

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