There are dreams that just don’t love you back. Life is not always fair to us. Life happens while we think about which direction to take. Or while we have our first coffee in the morning. And even as the world stops to turn, we hold
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Es gibt Träume, die lieben einen einfach nicht zurück. Das Leben ist nicht immer fair zu uns. Es passiert, während wir darüber nachdenken, in welche Richtung wir gehen sollen. Oder während wir morgens unseren ersten Kaffee trinken. Und auch während die Welt aufhört sich zu drehen,
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There is a stillness of autumn, up into the colors. (Hugo von Hoffmannsthal) The sunrays are still warm, while the calendar is already turned to the next page and announces a farewell in seemingly meaningless seconds. The leaves on the trees are deep red and
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Sunday morning is usually the time to take everything a bit slower. Get up later. Music for breakfast. Read the newspaper. The real one. Made of paper.
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"To the insatiable in each enjoyment, even happiness becomes an overflow." (Ludwig Bechstein) Slowly the heat of the summer fades away and the concrete of the big city begins to catch a breath. While the days are still warm and pleasant to enjoy, the hot
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