->You never saw anyone die?. ->I stink of gasoline. ->I saw it all clearly. ->The Mercedes, the pool of oil. ->Karin, I should have told you.
->It can't be that simple. ->I've still so much to do.
-"As I came up the mountain, out of the misty valle into the sun." -"The fire on the cattle range..." -"the potatoes in the ashes..." -"The boathouse floating in the lake..."
-"The southern Cross".
->"The far East". ->"The great North". ->"The wild West". ->"The Great Beat Lake".
->Tristan de Cunha. ->The Mississippi Delta. ->Stromboli. ->The old houses of Charlottenburg. ->Albert Camus. ->The morning light. ->The child's eyes. ->The swim in the waterfall. ->The spots of the first drops of rain. ->The sun ->The bread and wine. ->Hopping. ->Easter. ->The veins of leaves. ->The blowing grass. ->The color of stones. ->The pebbles on the stream's bed. ->The white tablecloth outdoors. ->The dream of the house in the house. ->The dear one asleep in the next room. ->The peaceful Sundays. ->The horizon. ->The light from the room in the garden. ->The night flight. ->Riding a bicycle with no hands. ->The beautiful stranger. ->My father. ->My mother. ->My wife. ->My child... ... ... ...
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---Thoughts to go with death---
->You never saw anyone die?.
->I stink of gasoline.
->I saw it all clearly.
->The Mercedes, the pool of oil.
->Karin, I should have told you.
->It can't be that simple.
->I've still so much to do.
-"As I came up the mountain,
out of the misty valle into the sun."
-"The fire on the cattle range..."
-"the potatoes in the ashes..."
-"The boathouse floating in the lake..."
-"The southern Cross".
->"The far East".
->"The great North".
->"The wild West".
->"The Great Beat Lake".
->Tristan de Cunha.
->The Mississippi Delta.
->Stromboli.
->The old houses of Charlottenburg.
->Albert Camus.
->The morning light.
->The child's eyes.
->The swim in the waterfall.
->The spots of the first drops of rain.
->The sun
->The bread and wine.
->Hopping.
->Easter.
->The veins of leaves.
->The blowing grass.
->The color of stones.
->The pebbles on the stream's bed.
->The white tablecloth outdoors.
->The dream of the house in the house.
->The dear one asleep in the next room.
->The peaceful Sundays.
->The horizon.
->The light from the room in the garden.
->The night flight.
->Riding a bicycle with no hands.
->The beautiful stranger.
->My father.
->My mother.
->My wife.
->My child...
...
...
...
Acknoledging again ... I once more took another source ...
But I thought ... perhaps you'd like it too ...
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