A fulfilling relationship in the eyes of this Berlin-based poet.
Before parting with my classmates, before embarking for the big adventure called adult life, we enjoyed Corfu in the spring with its sunsets, its old buildings, its incredibly beautiful landscapes.
I cannot touch it, but in the wind.
“She’d take it off and put it back on, flick it, spin it on the kitchen table. Thought of melting it in the oven, throwing it out the window, letting it slip through the open drain in the bathroom.”
Mark Twain once visited Mauritius and reflected on his interactions with the locals and the island’s non-intimidating beauty, a quality that remains today. For those tentatively flirting with adventure, the small friendly island off the eastern coast of Africa may just be the perfect spot.
Behind foggy glasses they ask me if I want to bleib (stay) here for immer (always) / Immer is such a long dirty word