Blätter / Leaves Reisende / Travelers Ruhe / Repose Traum / Dream Unter / Among
I've traveled to 50 countries, but I've never been to heaven.
I don't have a seller's remorse about how I've lived.
The traveler sees what he sees, the tourist sees what he has come to see.
Life being what it is, one dreams of revenge.
I read a lot of thrillers, especially American crime novels.
I don't have dreams. How can I say it? I myself am a dream.
Maybe the body learns from dreams. Maybe the muscles, the neutrons, revitalize.
Anger is a transient hatred; or at least very like it.
I'm not done with love, but I refuse to settle.
