collections of words
« You shine as day, breathing love, we behind are longing for your night; oh don't curse us! Without you, o sun, we would be sunk in frost, you clothe us in spring garb, o don't curse us!"
Gym bag forgetter, well, hardly anything was as bad as that: while the other children were allowed to play Völker or Brennball or gymnastics around on archaic devices, one had to sit on the bench with a long face. He didn't have his gym clothes with him.
"When she then looked down from the window of her room into the night and all the lights in the house had already gone out, she heard his footsteps in the darkness point the street was lonely and the night was mild and full of Lenze's plans."
