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Scheidewege - The Lunar Phases
Seek for Dreams
Ingrid and the Yellow Coneflower
Seek for Dreams
Stina and the Rosebuds
Spring will come Again
Write your Story
Sisters of Mercy
It´s Your Day
Next to you
Out of Reach
Do not Forget
Do Not Forget – I just want you to remember
Roses from the Market
Flower of Time
Open your Heart
Rise and Shine
Necklace to wear
Build me up Buttercup
Smilla and the Mimosa
Loss of a Memory
It is only with the heart that one can see rightly
I saw you hold her. I still feel it. I know the color, shape, weight but never how long she stays.
We were well prepared, made ourselves beautiful.
Where the rivers meet. This is our place.
We went through time, you had been there before.
We took turns, changing sides. So we merged.
We finished the game before it was over. That’s how we kept it.
Small drops on a transparent layer of skin. I get the summer into my bloodstream.
In the force field
In your next movement, I heard the roar of the wings.
I will dance with daisies until the darkness is dispelled. Let there be light.
Did you touch the secrets of the water?
It is freedom, to choose whether one is visible or not. And when I hide for too long, I want to be found.
I followed your movements, let them lead me.
And all this beauty, is there enough space?
You said it would not be the same, you can not preserve the present. But this is what we need to do.
Sometimes I could see you so clearly and distinctly, I understood who you were. But then you were hidden and I groped. I saw that every human being is a mystery, even you.
We created new paths, in laughter and play we took care of the seriousness. And I learned, together you are less alone.
In the flowers of summer she found you. Just as you felt in her cupped hand, life feels.
Oh, sisters of summer, how I want to learn from you.
The bluebells, I listened to the carillon. It told me about what does not exist but still exists.
At the same time a balmy summer wind, I saw them. Mourning cloaks that lay on your skin. Just a short while and they were gone.
Mom’s roses and starry skies.
What secrets are hidden, what do you want to tell me?