Nun sind sie beide fort
So alte Seelen
Solch junge, konstruktive Wut
Der wir Respekt und Achtung zollen
Ihr stetes Wagen
Ihr kluges Denken
Wird Früchte tragen
An diesem oder jenem Ort
Bedauern mögen wir ihr Fehlen
Doch unsern Mut
Der sich aus ihrem Handeln speiste
Wird dies gewiss nicht dämpfen
Das würden sie nicht wollen
So geht es weiter ohne sie
Im Ziel vereint mit ihrem Geiste
2018
Für Felicia und Uri
Im Gedenken
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You see, here you'll find poems of opportunity and seasons. They're mine, though, so I have to protect them.
Welcome! If you are willing to follow the iconian path, you should know that it is always you we are talking to, even if it is not. And that everything is true, even if it is not. We all are eternally united in the last space possible where even the impossible is real. We ought to believe the foretold: If we'll meet tomorrow, next year, or never, it doesn't matter, it's only time! And everything, even time is fiction.
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