Befugnisse / Powers Berühren / Touch Die Opfer / Victims Dunkel / Dark Erinnerungen / Memories Held / Hero Lesen / Read Zuletzt / Last
He taught me literature, and he actually taught me how to read. He was my personal mentor.
When men and woman die, as poets sung, his heart's the last part moves, her last, the tongue.
Tiffany is very proud to have the last name and she's proud of her dad.
If writers learn more from their books than do readers, perhaps I may have begun to learn.
Ryan is my bridge to the past, to memories that lose some of their sting when he recounts them.
Right now, they feel they have lost their voice, and their miseries have increased since my departure.
Before the tongue can speak, it must have lost the power to wound.
From the reader's view, a poem is more demanding than prose.
I'm not as much a history person as an art person, but I mean, you can read history through art.
