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…
texte zur zeit zwischen prosa und lyrik
„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…
Kriegslist oder Morgengabe? Wenn zwei fremde Lebensformen miteinander Hochzeit feiern und gemeinsam Land erobern? Algen hier, Bakterien dort, harte Währung, Zuckerketten. Flechten schweigen (nur zum Schein). Freche, kleine Becherflechten, die…