Let your strength evaporate, dissolve itself in the morning light, that's how, I think you find strength, leting go, forgetting, flying away. strength
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we are all the same (but)
because we are all the same, taking root the best we could, with more or less dignity, and what distinguishes us from each other: a crack in the paint, our weaknesses, what tortures us. little cold words
It is not only the big socks that pulls my socks off, it is also the little cold words, dropped at the last moment, the little abandons, little things, little things like that.
winter
... most of the time, hiding behind the window, watching the cold building up in the backyard, taking off your shoes, clearing the snow, warming up, from head to toe, what do I do in the cold of the night, but also in the sun! not finding the answer and watching the traces of your own steps on the balcony. snow
...that invites itself anonymously on frail and frozen shoulders, barely out of the ground, already tired of the winter tricks. 