Far behind the shore there is a place where words get lost. They can be seen floating before...
Marco Grosse
Changing
We are getting older and yet we are the same full of hope of reaching something which always lays...
Our favourite light
In the room in the afternoons through trees through curtains and half closed shutters. Through the...
The feeling of embracement
Grown up as if alone an ancient face an old soul Pregnant with need to let his life be born There...
The dogs of Bucharest
Call him a dog. Call me a dog. Dogs are loved in this city. A glance of eyes, a wordless...
Light falls on Sofia
The astonishing brigthness of daily marching on. Nothing disturbs your wisdom. Shadows of silence...
How far yet?
Wie weit noch? Auf dem Feld, hinter den Akazien führt ein steiler Weg zu einem einsamen Gaul...
Last day of summer
All these days underwater with violet lips the last exit call by the yellow God no time was...
To whom it may concern
Lithuanians listen to wolfs Lithuanians listen to landscapes Lithuanian is a beautiful...
Poems
Tragtraumruhe Eine vage Brise trägt ein Unbekanntes mit und weckt mit einem fremden Flüstern aus...
The baby carriage
A woman asked me if I could look after her child for a second: she wanted to go to the store in...