Von schlafenden Häusern und Menschen, die arbeiten

When the wind pushes the soap bubbles back into the mouth and the child returns home without shoes, when the hawk falls and sleep fails, then fear has been a fellow traveller, but no longer so huge. When the white bearded man’s bicycle travels new roads and meets the girl who didn’t know that she was waiting, then the road burns and the fire warms. The children fit into shopping trolleys and Camomile grows all the way to Duisburg, because there’s Lavender there and she’s in love with him. Sleep, Lore, sleep!

Loredana Nemes