Weaker and weaker.
Week by week.
Day by day.
Who cares?
Why?
As long as there are
such moments of joy ...
Would I know
there's not much time left
I might like to write
about veracity, tonight. 
About manipulation,
about ethics,
(not only)
for journalists and photographers.
The peace of the night
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| Love Poems |
Sylvia Plath (27 October 1932 – 11 February 1963)
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| On the road ... |
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| ... a bit foggy this morning. |
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| And half an hour later even more fascinating. |
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| Oh god, there was the morning light as Dafydd ap Gwilym would whisper. Perhaps. ;-) |
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| «Impressió, sol ixent» (Claude Monet – 1872) |
My impression at first glance: I would love to have this Monet hanging in my library.
My monetary condition doesn't allow for it, though.
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| Why would people call this book kafkaesque? It's an excellent Ó Cadhain. |
Máirtín ò Cadhain (1906 – 18 October 1970)
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| Death of a Salesman |
Arthur Miller (17 October 1915 – 10 February 2005)
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| At 15°C and sunshine, at midday today the first cranes circled over Seanhenge |
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| on their way south and delighted me with their singing. |
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| A wonderful concert. |
