Jaja, Winter (dein Geheul)
„Then one morning, we would awaken from a deep sleep and see the mountains covered with snow, as though they had aged overnight and their hair had become white, just…
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„Then one morning, we would awaken from a deep sleep and see the mountains covered with snow, as though they had aged overnight and their hair had become white, just…
Es war einmal Gebrumm. Aus Zeilenzwischenräumen grollt es, trollt sich einer, wie ein Bär. Ist er ein Mensch? Wenn ja, ein sichtlich schmutziger. Zieh er ihn aus! (den dreckverschmierten Rock)…