Thursday, 2 April 2009

Watching the sky

"...Usually it was like spillage - cold and heavy, slippery and grey - but once in a while some stars had the nerve to rise and glow, if only for a few minutes. On those nights, she would stay a little longer and wait.

'Hello, stars'.


For the voice from the kitchen.

Or till the stars were dragged down again, into the waters of the German sky.

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